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From me: Hi! This chapter is a little bit more interesting. I got my inspiration from Gwen Stefani's song, The Sweet Escape. Thanks for reading! =D

Brittany cleared her throat. And then she told what she remembered from her evening.

"We-ell, I remember getting ready. I remember doing my hair, getting dressed, et cetera. I remember meeting you outside the club, and sitting at the bar with you. I remember dancing with you, and ahem, grinding on you, but I don't remember anything after that."

"That's all I remember, too," Alvin said.

They both sighed. Brittany buried her face in her paws. Alvin put his arm around her, and gently rubbed her back.

Suddenly, Brittany looked up.

"So how're we gonna get out of here?" she asked.

"Don't prisoners get one phone call each?"

"I'm not sure; maybe we can ask someone,"

Luckily, a guard was walking by. They both jumped up and ran to the gate.

"Um, excuse me? Guard?" Brittany called out.

"Yes?"

"Do prisoners still get that one phone call thingy?"

"Umm, yes,"

"Well, can we have ours? We'd like to get out of here."

"I guess so," he said.

He walked away.

"Hey, where are you going?" Alvin screamed.

A moment later, the guard was back and their gate was opening.

"Follow me," the guard said.

Alvin and Brittany followed the guard to a dimly lit room with a phone.

"One at a time," the guard said.

They both nodded. Brittany walked up to the phone and dialed her sisters number.

*ring ring ring*

"Hello?"

"Jeanette?"

"Brittany?"

"Um, yeah, it's me. Well, this is awkward, but I'm in jail and I need you to bail me out."

"Oh, I knew you were in jail,"

"You did? How?"

"It's all over the news,"

"Ugh, my life is ruined."

"No it's not," Jeanette reassured her.

"Well, will you bail me out?"

"I wish I could..."

"You can't?"

"Well, Dave is holding most of our money, and he's away this week, remember?"

"Oh, right. He'll be mad at us,"

"He probably will. I wish I could bail you out but I don't have enough money to bail you both out. I'll call the others and see if we can get enough money together. But if not, Dave will be back next week."

Brittany groaned. She wanted to leave as soon as possible. She was embarrassed and exhausted. And hungover.

"I have to say, that when I woke up this morning, and you weren't in your room, I got worried. But then I went downstairs, and turned on the tv. And your mugshots on the screen made me realize what happened to you. Your mugshot did make me laugh though." Jeanette chuckled to herself.

"Ugh, I know, I look like a train wreck,"

The guard tapped Brittany's shoulder.

"Jeanette, I could talk to you all day, but I have to go,"

"Alright, I'll try my hardest to bail you out before Dave gets home,"

"Thank you, Jeanette,"

"Bye,"

"Bye," and then the line went dead.

"Don't even bother wasting your phone call, Alvin," Brittany pouted.

"If you're not making a phone call..." the guard motioned to the door.

Alvin and Brittany sighed again and walked through the door with the guard right behind them. They went back into the cell, and the guard shut it. When he was out of hearing, Alvin turned to Brittany and said:

"Britt, we have to get out of here, bail or not bail,"

Well, how was it? I hope it was good. And it seems to be getting interesting =) Thanks for reading!