Happy Thanksgiving everyone! this story isn't Thanksgiving themed, but if you want one that is, I wrote one called An Arkhan Thanksgiving. It's on my profile.
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"Boys, I'm going to need you to come with me," said an imposing looking police officer, setting a large hand on Bart Allen's shoulder.
"Um, ok. Did I do something wrong?" Bart asked, calming down from the slightly crazy mood he had been in while fooling around with his friend Jaime Reyes.
"We received a call from someone claiming to have seen two intoxicated minors hanging around a park. Young man," the officer nodded at a stunned Jaime, "I'm going to need you to come also."
"Intoxicated?" asked Bart.
"Drunk? We are not drunk! I can't go to jail! My mom will kill me!" Jaime said, panicking.
"Just get in the car, please," the officer said firmly, ushering them to the patrol car.
"This is your fault!" Jaime insisted. "If you hadn't told that girl you were from the future and on a secret team of superheroes, she wouldn't have run off yelling that we were insane!"
"I was just trying to prove that we didn't have to be so careful, no one would believe us even if we told them the truth!" Bart whispered back.
"Alright boys, inside with me, we'll have you take a breathalyzer and then call your parents," said the officer, leading them into the station.
"Maybe we got arrested because you were running around with your shirt off yelling 'I am vodka man!' at the top of your lungs, hermano" Jaime mused as they waited in uncomfortable metal chairs.
"I was just imitating the scene I walked into at my cousin's house, with Sup- Conner. Heh. Who even knew he could get drunk?"
"Or maybe it was you trying to see if panting like a dog would cool you down."
"Hey, you tried it too!" Bart protested. "Jaime, the Garricks are away on some anniversary celebration cruise. Who am I gonna call?"
"You could call your cousin. Or you could probably come home with me. My mom won't mind, she loves you. Probably because you eat everything. Even that weird green spaghetti sauce."
Bart shrugged. "It wasn't that bad."
"Didn't you throw up?"
"Well everything tastes bad after it's mixed with stomach acid. But it wasn't so bad the first time it was in my mouth."
"Hello boys, can I have your full names?" asked a blonde female police officer, walking over with an official looking pad of paper.
"Jaime Reyes."
"Bar Torr- I mean, Bartholomew Allen."
Jaime looked at his friend. "Bar Torr?" he whisped.
"It's Bartholomew in the Reach language. It's what everyone called me, and where I got 'Bart' from."
"And Bartholomew? Bar Torr or Bartholomew. Huh. Who picked those?"
Bart sighed. "I'm named after a relative from my dad's side. Apparently, my mother wanted to name me after some uncle called Eobard, so compared to that Bartholomew isn't that bad. But my mom hated it, so she called me Bar Torr, and eventually the whole thing got shortened to just 'Bart'.
"Now I reeealy want to know what your middle name is, ese."
"Ok, I need you to breath into this breathalyzer to determine the level of alcohol in your body," The female officer instructed, handing them an apparatus that resembled a pocket calculator with a tube on the side. "After that, you can each use a phone to make a call to your parents to come over and pick you up."
…
Wally West walked quickly down the hall, trying to remember if he was supposed to turn in that paper today or tomorrow-
Buzz!
Wally yelped as his phone vibrated in his pocket. "Hello?"
"Hey Wally….."
"Bart? I'm at school! Call someone else!"
"No don't hang up!" his cousin shrieked over the phone. "I only get one phone call!"
Wally slowly put the phone back to his ear. "Bart."
"Yeah?"
"If what I think is happening is happening, it better not be."
"Well…JaimeandImayhavegottenarrestedbecausesomeonecalledthepoliceandsaidwewereactingintoxicated," Bart said nervously.
"Bart!"
"Hey, we aren't! They made us breath into this thingy that confirmed it but they aren't gonna let us go unless an adult come to get us, and the Garricks are away so please Wally?"
"I can hear you doing puppy dog eyes, Bart."
"But are they working?"
Wally sighed. "I can't come get you; I'm supposed to be in class! But I will run my phone over to Uncle Barry's, and maybe he can. That work?"
"Yes! Thanks Wally!"
Wally tucked the phone into his pocket, looked around to ensure no one would see him leaving at superspeed, and then made a beeline for his uncle's house. He skidded to a stop in the living room, surprising his aunt and uncle where they were watching TV.
"Wally! It's good to-"
"I have to get back to school, here take this!" Wally said, dropping the phone into his uncle's hands and leaving as speedily as he came.
Barry put the phone to his ear. "Um, hello?"
"Hey Gramps!"
"Who is it?" Iris asked.
"It's Bart. Bart, why did Wally give me his phone?"
"Yeah, funny story, but the ending is that Wally was too busy to come get me out of jail."
"Jail? What did you do?" Barry asked, shocked.
"Nothing! Someone called the police on me and Jaime because they thought we were drunk. Can you please come get me?"
Barry rubbed his forehead. "Yeah, I'll be right there, kid," he said, then hung up.
…
Bart put the phone back in its cradle and sat back over by Jaime. "Grandpa's coming to get me."
Jaime nodded. "My mom's not happy, but I think she's glad we weren't actually intoxicated."
Bart spread his arms out. "I'm glad we weren't intoxicated! I got nervous when we had to breathe into that thing…."
"Bart, I'm willing to bet you've never tasted alcohol in your life! What, you were scared that someone snuck some into your Gatorade?"
"It could happen," Bart said.
Jaime shook his head. "No, no it can't, Bart."
"You are talking to a person from the future and you have an alien bug on your back that gives you armor. Anything can happen!"
"Bart!" Barry Allen waved at his grandson, and Jaime's mother did the same.
"Finally! I'm so glad we get to leave this place!" Jaime said, standing up and stretching.
Bart punched him in the arm. "Dude, why are you acting like this is our first time here?"
Jaime pushed him lightly. "Don't mention that in front of my Mom, hermano!"