“Yeah, we were just making out. We live together, but we’re only roommates. I don’t drive or drink at all. I haven’t had one sip since last spring, and he only had two beers, but that was hours ago.” Stevie’s voice falters at the end.
My eyes nearly bulge out of my head and I let out a heavy sigh. She realizes her mistake a second later and looks at me apologetically.
Those beers were hours ago, but I know that the only thing the officer heard was her nervous, fast-paced voice mentioning possible lewd behavior, driving, and alcohol.
The officer doesn’t react like I expect him to. Instead, he looks down at my pants, his eyebrows turning inward.
Looking down, I see that the button is still undone. As if this could get any worse.
Then his eyes shift to Stevie’s shirt, which is slightly raised above her navel.
Shit.
“I’m going to need the two of you to exit the vehicle and walk over to me slowly.”
Fuck meagain.
Stevie immediately puts both hands up, as do I.
“Officer, we weren’t doing anything except kissing.”
He reaches for his radio. “Simmons, I need some backup in lot C.”
“Copy that, Dick. I’m only a minute away.”
I would laugh at the irony, except Officers Simmons and Dick are informing us that we’re headed to the station.
Driscoll’s jailhas always been small, or at least that’s what I’ve heard. Now I know that it’s true.
My roommate and I are currently behind bars because we dared to do something lewd in public. This is not how I expected my night to go.
The holding area has a couple of benches and is currently occupied by me, Stevie, and a guy named Ian. Ian is a freshman, as he has said for the thousandth time, and he paces back and forth from wall to wall. Ian is also terrified that he’s going to get kicked out for…honestly, I can’t remember. I’m focused on me and Stevie right now.
“I cannot believe my idiotic mouth landed us in here,” she mutters, putting her hands into her pockets and leaning her head against the bars.
She’s been this way since they put us into the holding area. As I watch her unnecessarily nervous expression, I laugh a little.
Stevie snaps her head to me. “Levi, this is not funny!” Her bottom lip juts out, and it’s still slightly swollen from half an hour ago.
My throat dries at the view. “You’re right.” My attempt at being sincere in my words fails since Stevie seems to notice my slight smile and pokes my shoulder harshly. “Hey!”
“Stop smirking like that. We’re in jail.” She sits next to me, crossing her legs. Her hair is slightly disheveled thanks to me and my handiwork. Fuck if it doesn’t make her look sexier. “I hope your call is going to save us.”
After some convincing, Stevie relented and agreed not to use her one phone call for now. I told her to give me an hour, and if we weren’t out by then, she could call whomever she wanted.
My way will work, and I’d like to avoid having to explain to both of her moms how we got into a jail cell on a late Saturday night.
“It will. Stop worrying about it.” I shove her shoulder with mine playfully.
She repeats the movement.
Looking at the ceiling, I smile again, and Stevie shoves me one more time.
“Did his name have to be Dick?” Cracking my neck, I catch Stevie rolling her lips inward. “You want to say Officer Dickhead so badly, don’t you?”
She avoids my gaze. “No.”
“Ha! Knew it.” My callout is followed by silence.
