bakerstreet | (no subject)

[ WOKE UP IN JAIL ]

Where are you? Why is your bed so hard? Why is someone peeing right by your head?
Oh right. Because you got pinched last night. Welcome to the slammer, baby.

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Reason(s) you're in jail:

1. Indecent Exposure
Nobody wanted to watch you strut around with everything hanging out, and someone called you on it. Hope they gave you a jumpsuit or you're going to be prison eye candy.

2. Drunk and disorderly conduct
"Wassat, occifer? No... I'm not dru-*hic* drunk. I'm unner the legal limit. Wooo!" No, no you're not. You're way over. Sleep it off, buddy.

3. Vandalism
Oh, you naughty thing. You got busted stealing that 'Chickens X-ing' sign. Or was it drawing boobs on the drive-thru clown? Either way, tsk tsk.

4. B&E
Apparently your friend didn't think you kicking in his window to sneak in and leave him a 'present' was as good of an idea as you thought it was. Well, no love for HIM. *hmph*

5. Grand Theft Auto
The car was BEGGING to go for a ride. It called to you with its sireny car-call. And you just had to answer. If it hadn't been for the damn spike belt...

6. Kidnapping
Trust me, there are better ways to get money to pay for your Bieber concert tickets.

7. Murder
Talk about being caught red handed. You got caught red armed. And faced. And front. You're messy.

8. Any/all of the above
Ooooh... You've been REALLY naughty, haven't you? Actually, you kind of scare me.

Relationship of the person tagging:

1. Cohort in Crime.

2. Person coming to bail you out. (or not)

3. Jailer/Warden.

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Steve's took in her advice and tried to translate it into something he can practice. He watched her face, looked at her eyes, her gestures and how she appeared as she sat talking to him. He had no doubt she was telling the truth.

"Do you think we could practice a bit? I know you're good at lying but I'd like to try if you're willing."

That was a bad idea; a Very Bad Idea™. Coulson had once upon a time called her on her rather obvious ogling of Rogers' assets the first time he'd walked across the helicarrier bridge. Hill couldn't help it if Rogers had a perfectly-formed rear end. Throw in the consumption of alcohol, and her filter was bound to short circuit. But she didn't get through basic at Parris Island by giving into fear.

"Alright. Ever played Two Truths and a Lie?"

Steve thought Maria was a very attractive woman but he was too much of a gentleman to do more than just occasionally make a flirty comment. He was raised during a time men treated women better, at least he treated them better, and he intended to keep doing so. Didn't mean he wasn't excited to have more of her attentions.

He picked up a french fry when their appetizers arrived and bit into it when she asked the question about the game. "No, can't say I have. I'm guessing the title is self explanatory? I'd be willing to play if you are. Would you like to go first?"