2012
The lights blared around the room, loud music pumping in the background of Alex's mind. All she cared about was her drink and losing herself. She felt someone tug at her shoulder strap. Turning around, there was her roommate, smiling with a drink in her hand. She was saying something but Alex couldn't tell what. The younger student took Alex by the hand and lead her to the far corner.
"Let's blow this joint, Lex!" She said exuberantly.
"Okay." Alex answered, finishing her drink and setting the glass on the bar.
Alex walked to her car, unlocking the doors and getting in. She started the car, waiting for her roommate to hobble to the back seat.
"Turn on the radio, dude!" The brunette commanded drunkenly.
Alex laughed and blasted Starships. She sang along, dancing with her friend as they headed back to their dorms. There was a siren blaring in the background of the music. Alex clicked it off and checked her rearview mirror, cursing as a cop car signaled for her to pull over. She turned to the side of the road and turned off the car's engine, telling Rachel to shut up. The cop car pulled in front of her and the door opened. She peered at the cop, noticing slight curves in the figure ahead.
"I think it's a chick cop." Alex commented.
"Ah! Ça c'est parfait pour toi, sistah!" She said in a shitty french accent.
"Shut up!" She scoffed, turning around.
The cop rapped on the window, pad and pen in one hand and a flashlight in the other. She had dark hair in a tight bun. Her shirt was tight at her shoulders and waist, belt cinched to keep the excess fabric at bay. Her tag read, Officer M. Sawyer. She had beautifully naturally full eyebrows. Her eyes were brown, intense but dilated from the intense light… maybe. Her voice was calm, neutral, and smooth. Alex smiled nervously, answering all of the questions completely.
"I'll have to do a breathalyzer test, ma'am." The latina informed Alex.
"Okay."
Alex stepped out of the car and took the test, waiting patiently, hands in front of her as she twiddled her thumbs. The cop looked at the test.
".05, close ma'am, but you're free to go. Your friend?"
"Dead drunk. She parties way too hard." Alex sighed, smiling as she scratched her head. Alex looked around, blush on her cheeks darkening, not sure what to do. "To be honest, I'd rather have gone to Faces or Badlands."
"Faces is cheaper and more accepting of cops I notice." Sawyer looked at her car and smiled, writing something down. "If she's ever too intense for you to keep up, call me. I'd love to go out for drinks."
Alex blushed even more and chuckled softly, taking the number and looking into Sawyer's eyes. As The cop left, Alex went back into her car, looking at it. Officer Margaret Sawyer, 555-6872. She smiled and bit her lip.