with: @kenxmatsui where: downtown precinct
As Guadalupe stared, unimpressed, at the teenage boy slurring his words inside her detention cell, she couldn't help but muse on how ridiculous the whole thing was. Really, there'd been plenty of kids draped all over the water tower when Lupe and another deputy had arrived, following up on a noise complaint. Once their lights were flicked on, most everyone had scattered like cats in a rainstorm, bolting for the woods or their cars.
Bartholomew here, however, had sauntered casually down the ladder, beer can in one hand, a cigarette in the other. Even as Lupe and the other deputy approached, all he'd done was stand there with a goofy, self-satisfied grin on his face, dripping with privilege and entitlement. "Really?" Lupe had huffed, plucking the can from his outstretched hand. "You wanna add underage drinking, too?" The boy had simply pitched forward and waggled his brows, as if he already knew whatever happened tonight Daddy Dearest was going to bail him out.
That hadn't stopped Lupe from slapping a cuff on his hand.
Now, just a tad more sober, the kid was complaining about how uncomfortable the seats inside the cell were. "It's a jail cell, Barry," Lupe said from her desk, "it's not supposed to be comfortable."
Not a moment later, though, the door to the precinct swung open and in swaggered none other than Matsui, Kenji. "Ah, see," Lupe shook her head, "I thought I smelled something podrido."
