Author note:
Woo! Another update already! Truthfully, I'm just procrastinating doing prep for my two English essays that I need to write next week *grumpy face*
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So yeah, hoping to get another chapter out of the way tonight! So another will hopefully be on the way. Thank you to the six people who reviewed my last chapter *thumbs up*
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"Right, get out of the car!" The police officer yanked on the girl's handcuffed arms.
Joey, who had fallen asleep moaned groggily and protested incoherently. Charlie pulled the girl out of the police car with impressive skill.
"Hey, hey! Easy on the merchandise" Joey protested after she had been jerked awake.
The cuffed girl wriggled in the officers grasp. Before loosing her footing and crashing to the ground pulling Charlie along with her.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" Joey squirmed on the pavement in front of the station with Charlie on top of her, legs intertwined. Charlie stood quickly up and straightened her uniform shaking slightly from an adrenaline rush.
"Ouch!" The drunken girl repeated
"Shut up!" The officer lost her professional edge "You're so drunk I'm positive you can't feel anything beneath your head"
"You can't prove anything" Joey struggled partly to her feet.
"If the smell of vodka on your breath is not enough your complete disregard for a police officer sure covers it."
Joey was hauled up by Charlie and dragged into the station.
"Senior Constable?" another officer enquired at the desk.
"Just put her in holding overnight, drunk as a sailor I'll talk to her when she sobers up"
"Uh, okay, on what grounds?"
"Withholding information from an officer"
"Sure Chief" Joey changed hand from Charlie's warm soft ones to the other offices hard ones and was locked up for the evening.