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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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That's all he can really ask for, is that Jesse feels that he can come to him. Reinhardt welcomes any troubles that the young shifter might heap upon him. He is a strong cat. He'll land on his feet no matter what kind of loop Jesse throws at him. He wants to be there for the young pup. He's glad that Jesse knows this.

"Thank you for saying it." He laughs and then hugs the young man tightly again. Such a good boy Jesse is, remembering not to rub the age thing in. "It is. And I promise you I'm not angry with you." Just disappointed. "And I will keep this between you and me. I won't tell Reyes about this. And you don't have to worry about the money. Think of it as a belated birthday gift." He gives the pup another hug and even a small kiss to his forehead to show that there's no ill will here.

"Now, let's get you somewhere to wash your face. I bet your hungry after all that drinking. It'll help with the hangover. And then we can go home."

"Much obliged, Reinhardt. It can be our own little ah-secret adventure."

Jesse winked, eyes blinking a few more times.

"I'd fancy hitting up a Waffle House right about now. My treat for your troubles. It is the least your pup can do."

Jesse tipped his hat.

He steps away and loops an arm around the smaller shifter. "That's right. And Waffle House it is. I'm certain we can get you a huge plate of chicken and waffles or whatever you want. But if you're going to feed me, you should know I'm not a cheap date. I'll eat you clean out of money." He's not joking. Jesse has seen him put away mountains of food. But he'll have mercy on the poor lad's wallet. He's already had one hell of a night.

"So let's get in the jeep and go. I'll even let you stick your head at the window, just this once."

Mmmmmm...chicken and waffles sounded mighty fine right about now.

"I reckon that sounds like the best plan. Cover my sweet and my savory cravings."

Jesse has seen Reinhardt eat a whole turkey so he has no doubt that the other shifter could literally eat his next paycheck in a single sitting, but he's not going to say a word about it. The Crusader has paid his bail and kept his little escapade a secret so it is really a small price to pay...and he's more than happy to repay the favor in kind.

"I know...but you deserve it so I don't mind."

Jesse hopped into the Jeep and fastened his seatbelt. He'd had more than enough trouble with the law tonight, thank you.

"Ready when you are."

It would also help with the hangover. Reinhardt had more of those than Jesse had years of living, so he knows how to stave one off. As much as he thinks it would be fitting punishment for him to make the younger shifter clean up his art while hung over, he's a merciful grandfather. At least where Jesse is concerned.

"If you say so." He'll likely be hungry by the time he arrived, even with the best of intentions. Still, he'll try hard to be at least a little reasonable. So he starts up his jeep and heads off towards their next destination, rolling down the window for the pup, so he can smell the world as they passes it by.