Rehabilitation
Chapter 1 – An Unfair Sentence
"Defendants, please rise."
Scott, Remy, and Logan stood and faced the judge.
"On the first count of the indictment, public intoxication, how do you find the defendants?"
"Guilty."
"On the second count of the indictment, public indecency, how do you find the defendants?"
"Guilty."
"On the third count of the indictment, corrupting the morals of a minor, how do you find the defendants?"
"Guilty."
"Since this is your first major offense, I sentence you all to the Wilkerson Rehabilitation Center, where you will stay for a minimum of thirty days. You may be released after you go thirty days without alcohol. Good luck, Gentleman."
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Three Weeks Earlier…
"Sir, would you like to explain why I found you three sleeping naked in Central Park?" Officer Moe sat in the interrogation room across from Remy. Remy had always hated policemen, but he was never sure why. Being heavily involved in organized crime and one of the best thieves in the world probably had something to do with it, but Remy was sure most of his hatred for them centered around those bright interrogation lights.
'Let's go streeeeaking!'' Remy chuckled; he could still hear Scott in his head. 'As your leader, I order you to strip and go streaking with me!'
"What's so funny, Lebeau?" The officer said harshly.
"Not'in, mon ami. Y'got any donuts 'round here?" He smirked. "All dat runnin' around nakey made Remy hungry!"
Officer Moe sneered and slammed the door, walking to the next room and sitting across from a table where Logan was sitting. "Sir, would you like to explain why I found you three sleeping naked in Central Park?"
Logan smiled. 'Dis is not funny, Cyke! Y burnt our clot'es!' He replayed the moment in his head over and over. 'Don' judge Remy, it's cold out here!'
Moe rolled his eyes. "And just what is your excuse for laughing? Do you think this is funny?"
Logan chuckled. "Fuck yes."
At his wit's end, he went into the third interrogation room, and sat down. "Listen asshole, I don't know what's wrong with your friends, but somebody better tell me what the hell happened out there!"
Scott silently reflected on the evening. 'It's called absinthe!' He laughed as he remembered Logan's growl as the first shot went down.
None of the three of them really knew everything that had happened that night, and they all pretended they didn't remember the police waking them up. Why? Because the three men were spooning, and Remy was the littlest spoon of all!
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