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[ 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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"Mundanes?" he snorted, annoyed. It sounded like an insult, like if they weren't good enough or something. He then shrugged. He knew his name wasn't made up. But he also had a feeling it was a misspelled Kieran because that seemed to be the common spelling in his experience. He wouldn't be surprised if his parents were drunk, high or both when they decided on that. They could just have gone for Kian.

"Sure, you can stay around my place if you want," he said, a little dismissive. His concerns weren't with him but his siblings. He had been fine so far.

As the door opened in the distance, Kieron looked up aswell. He really hoped they were getting out of here. He didn't like jails.

Edited 2017-10-15 01:08 (UTC)

"Great, then it's decided. I'll be staying with you. Now shut up," Jace said, giving Kieron's back one more scratch before standing up, arms against cole bars, above his head. He nodded to the large African American who led the group, the badge flashing in the light.

"Sorry about this," Jace said his tone slightly beseeching. "I know my boyfriend and I shouldn't have been doing what we were doing out in public like that, but we won't do it again. And it wasn't like..." A voice cut him off.

"We don't like to have our officers time wasted like this, Jace. You and Kieron need to keep it indoors. Maybe consider whips next time." The small portal in the door opened and Jace accepted the bundle of clothes while the other continued talking. Jace brought Kieron's clothes to him.

"We have bigger problems than two people trying to be exhibitionists in the middle of the night. Are we clear on that?"

Jace was dropping his scrubs and pulling back on his jeans. "Totally understand. I'm sorry. We're both pretty embarrassed about this. We'd just like to get home."

Kieron's eyes widened slightly at being called someone's "boyfriend". He had been a boyfriend before, but not exactly a gay boyfriend. But other than that he kept it together, even managing to flash a cheeky smile as if he had any idea what Jace was pulling here. He was grateful about getting his clothes back, quickly checking the pockets for his lighter and cigs. Ofc those had been removed tho. Well as long nobody snatched them he guessed he could deal. He then followed Jace out of the cell and when he thought he was out of hearing range, he whsipered. "Whips? That's kinky," he whispered, with a slight smirk on his face. He wasn't innocent to other sort of spices in the bedroom. But still.

"Would you believe I'm a skilled whipmaster?" Jace smirked, his own voice low, hand coming up to lead Kieron by the elbow out of the immediate area like any thoughtful, caring boyfriend would. "Maybe some food before I flail you," Jace said a little louder, laughing as he held open the door for Kieron to get out of the station first.

"Who said it was you who'd do the whipping eh?" he whispered mischievously. The thought was kinda hot. But at the same time, he didn't know a thing about this guy. He could just aswell be part of the mob for all he knew. Would explain some things. Not all obviously. The whole vampire hunter schism wasn't easily explained like that. He wondered if this guy knew the witch that helped him with that demon.

Edited (Gah grammar) 2017-10-15 01:45 (UTC)

"Everyone will get his turn, right? Even the gimp we keep in the basement har har har," Jace drawled as they stepped away from the police station and passed a few cops coming in for their shifts.

"But really," Jace said, letting go of his elbow, "whip, sword, and bow. Expert. So where do you live? Want some food?"

"Didn't know we even had a basement," Kieron chided once they were out of range of any cop ears. He didn't want to make them suspicious. After all, they got away on a lie. Which suited him just fine. He wasn't big on morals anyway. never did him any good.

"I live in an apartment complex," he said and nodded in the general direction. "sure, food sounds good. Not sure anything but McD is open this late. Maybe Denny's." he spoke.

"Well, just try to keep your hands off me in the booth," Jace decided to shoot back, scanning their surroundings to make sure they weren't out there being watched. Jace figured the further they got away, the fewer officers would be wasted in watching them.

"Got your wallet? You're paying."

He decided against commenting on that. The guy was good looking, sure. But he had lately tried to think less with his dick and more with his brain. As such he knew it was a bad idea. If this guy had a hobby as Van Helsing junior, things could get pretty bad to those close to him. Which Kieron was trying to avoid.

"I guess chivalrousness is dead," he commented. He had gotten his wallet back and sure he could pay if they weren't going somewhere extraordinary. But after the nigh he had been through as an impromptu damsel in distress. he couldn't help but commenting on that.

"It's pronounced 'chivalry', but that's okay. I think we're well away from the officers, so this is where I leave you."

Jace stroked his stele over his arm, his body shimmering until it became invisible.

"Be good, Kieron."

With that, Jace jogged away.