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march 29th, 2013
Reggie Boi: damn, mami. Talkin rough to me like dat gets me hawd.
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"Stop tensing up! Put your hands behind your back, now!" one of the officers growled, as they cuffed and dragged a noodley and sticky Maxwell to his feet by the arm. Slowly, the maniacal laughter faded as he realized what was happening. "Ah, fuck," he said, surveying the mush he had just been laying in as the police led him toward the front of the store. "I can smell it on this one," Officer Dickhole McShithead said. "No hablo ingles! Ayy, vato, no hablo ingles!" Max slurred at the officer, as he was dragged into one of the squad cars. "Chupame la verga, mother fucker!" he spat at one of the horrified employees on his way out.
Chet wasn't one to unfairly rat people out for his own benefit. And even though it was in his favor to insist that he had barely even had time to throw anything or be substantially involved, it wouldn't have helped. He was still involved. So he went with the police without protest, somewhat thrilled by the feeling of the cuffs on his wrists.
Ethan just sort of chilled there, unconscious, and bleeding out of his forehead. Oh, bother.
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Keegan opened his eyes in the car, sniffing the air. Something smelled like piss, and... Oh. He was wet.
"Fuuuuck." He moaned, head leaning back. His body was a little shaky from the taser, he was way too drunk to be dealing with this, his dick was still hanging outside his shorts, and now he had peed himself. At least they weren't at the Wal-Mart anymore.
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Ben sat silently in the police car as they pulled to the station. He waited patiently for the doors to open, covered in peach bits and smelling like a fruit cup. The squad car opened and the officer escorted him in to the station for processing.
The trip to the police station was long, at least in Andy's eyes, but he was also high as a kite and hardly able to process much. He probably looked like a mess, covered in Watermelon, peach and a puree of other fruits. The cop dragged him from the car and he banged his head in the process, letting out a stream of curses that made a woman nearby almost blush.___________________________________Sean was fairly co-operative, not wanting to be locked up, not arguing as the cops lead him into the cell and threw him in with the other guys.___________________________________Kim had been locked up earlier in the night for something along the lines of being drunk and disorderly or something. He was currently sitting, bored, in one of the cells as the men were dragged in and he caught sight of his nephew. He was in here to sober up, but that definitely hadn't happened just yet. "Chet! What did you do?!" he almost screamed, leading to one of the cops telling at him to shut up.
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Max's shirt was sticking to him, glued to his skin with sticky peach and water melon residue. At least he smelled good, but the fact that his shirt was riding up and he couldn't fix it was pretty irritating. He tried to catch a whiff as the police officer led him through the precinct, slamming him into a wall on the way to the holding cell. Or maybe it was Max's poor balance. It was probably a mixture of both.
Chet heard a familiar voice, and upon glancing in the direction it came from, realized it was his uncle Kim's. Well, shit. Chet was in no mood to entertain the man's jokes, so he ignored him, electing to sit quietly in the corner of the cell and figure out what he was going to do next.
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Ben stayed silent. Right to Remain Silent, and all that. He only stated his name and address when prompted for it, and was seated in the processing lobby, to wait for his phone call out. Since he wasn't drunk, and was compliant, he was allowed to remain in one of the blue chairs in the main holding room, instead of being placed in a cell.
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"What's your name?""Ludwig Van Beethoven." Keegan slurred, looking at the arresting officer who was trying to write his intake sheet. If he was going to go to jail for a few hours, why not have a little fun with it?
"Sir, please.""Please, what? I really am Beethoven! A deaf-ass musician. Ready? READY? Bluuh bluuh bluh bluh BLUH BLUH BLUH BLUH..." He pretended to be playing a piano, making noises that were offensive, but unmistakeably meant to sound like a deaf person attempting to sing Ode to Joy. An officer came up behind him and physically grabbed his wrists for the fingerprinting process, as Keegan protested, still in the 'deaf person' voice. "Noo, donnnn'." He protested, before letting out a maniacal laugh.
Andy sat down on the bench in the cell and leant back on the wall, his head slowly falling as he began to doze in and out. He wasn't tired as such, but now that he wasn't moving he was starting to come down from the high that he had experienced before. HE let himself just baste in the horrible scent of sweaty men in the cells around him. He could hear them attempting to process Keegan and he was snickering under his breath. "You tell 'em Beethoven" he called out, laughing again.Sean was pretty much just co-operating, debating just who he was going to use his one phone call to in order to get him out of this place.Kim scowled at his nephew. "Chester Philip Sullivan, stop ignoring me" he hissed, still a little buzzed from the whole situation. He hated being ignored, that was for sure, and if there was one thing people could be sure of it was that the Sullivans all had a way of getting attention from others. He seemed to forget what he was trying to get hold of a moment later though, as he got distracted. "I had a Great Uncle Chester" he said, randomly, though it was, in fact, a great-great uncle on his ex-wife's side of the family.
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"Ow, fucker," he growled at the officer. It hadn't hurt that much, but he was always trying to get pigs into trouble for brutality. When they finally managed to get him into the cell, he flopped down on the bench, defeatedly, and strained his neck to see Keegan in action. Andy cheered for him and Max decided to join in, for the sole reason of being loud and annoying.
Chet heard his uncle's voice again and shook his head. "Don't talk to me," he said, clearly ashamed. He needed to figure out what he was going to do, and if Kim kept harassing him he wouldn't be able to do that.
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Ben watched the show in silence, looking at one of the guards. Their eyes caught, and they both shared of look of mutual understanding. The officer came over to him to get him for his phone call, since he was calm.
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Keegan, on the other hand, wasn't so calm. He was laughing as he laid pinned on the floor, and re-cuffed. One of the cops put their knee in the middle of his back, and started to say something about the taser. "I cunnn hurr you." He said, still in the offensive "Beethoven" voice, and heard the buzz of the taser. He quieted down for a few minutes, trying to avoid another shock, looking up at them, curious.
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