"Whew! Today was a loooong ass day..."
The tired man sat down on his couch,or more or less slumped down on to it. It had been a long day at the police department,and it was only going to get worse. For the past 3 weeks, the phones had been off the hook with random prank calls, complaints, and lots of other stuff that Stark A. Coyote had to hear ringing in his ear all day.
He rubbed his ear thinking about the last lady he dealt with before he called it a day.
"I'm sick and tired of this! My daughter can't go out with her stupid boyfriend to a stupid dance all becuase some stupid guy stole her stupid car! And now,she won't stop complaining to me about it! Do you know just how annoying that is?!"
This woman, Loya Michel, had called a few days ago about her daughter's new Toyota had been stolen. When she called,they told her theyd try to find it. Howeve,they made little to almost no progress. It wasn't their fault either. They had no description of the car, no idea of what the guy was like or who he was and the woman refused to give them a description. After the first time of calling and not getting the results she wanted, she'd asked to speak with their manager. Well, Stark had about a million other thhings that were more important than the stolen car. So,he told them to always tell her that he wasn't in that day and that he'd get with her as soon as possible. Too bad that only worked for about 3 days before she rushed in tonight.
"Ok boys, I'm going home for the day. Good work everyone." Stark was putting on his coat and getting his hat from the stand as hhe was finally off. It had been such a long day,and for once,he couldn't be happier to leave work. Too bad,fate had to come rushing through his door in a night robe and nothing else.
He'd had just about reached in his pocket for a smoke when she rushed in, a bit wet from the rain,but that didn't wash the red from anger that was on her face.
She just stood there looking at him. She looked like she was about to bust,with suc anger and furry that was built up in her eyes. The rest of her face was ok,but it was kind of tense. Her mouth still had a few smudges of messed up lipstick. Her eyelashes were falling apart, she never did like her real ones. Her hair was not only messy,but wet and had a little white stuff in there.
All in all,she looked like a fucking wreck.
Stark on the other hand stood as still as a statue. But slowly,he turrned to the last cadet that was in sight witha look for assistance. All the younf man did was walk off,and com back with a file that had her name on the front of it. He held his hand out to Stark with the folder in hand.
Slowly, abd alost mechanically, he grabbed the folder from the cadet. As soon as it was out of his hand,the cadet abruptly walked off into the back to grab his coat and things and then left the building.
This was going to be the suckiest night of his fucking life. the only one is the whole police station (security gaurd was out at lunch, and other crew memebers) and now he was caught in a lie. That same cadet was the same one that had just talked on the phone with her. And earlier that day,he'd told her that Stark wasn't in today. Now shee was here,saw that he most likely lied and now probably wouldn't leave until she got some answers.
And to Stark's dismay,that was clearly within her rights.
"Well?" She looked angrilly at him,waiting and expecting an answer. And damn right he was going to give her one.
"What can I do for you?"
That was the longest fucking night of his life. They spent hours talking back and forth, back and forth, back and forth and so on. He really wished there was some other way he could have done that,but the bitch wouldn't leave until he promised to show up to her house the next day.
"I hate my life."
A soft and low howl assured him Lynette thought so too.
Author's Note:
I realy like this story. But sadly enough,I don't have enough time to actually finish editing it. So,I'm posting it for now so that it can be out there. Stay chilly!