A super short drabble based off a writing prompt... and a weird bucket list item.
|Rain poured down, plastering my now wet hair to my forehead as I was bent over a police cruiser, handcuffs digging into my wrists.
My buddy groaned next to me, his blackeye darkening to a rich purple color. That one was from an hour ago when that asshole bouncer slugged him in the face for trying to get into the club we were supposed to meet our girls at.
I give him a shit-eating grin, and he looks at me like he would kill me if his hands were free. I grin harder. “Well, now I can check this off my bucket list,” I say snidly, not that I’m actually kidding. It was on my bucket list.
Dylan gave me a look like WTF. “Who the hell puts getting arrested on their bucket list?” He asks as the cop cinching the cuffs on barks at us to shut up. “
“Someone who does a lot of things that warrant being arrested,” I say and Dylan gives me a glare.
“Shut up!” He hisses, and I grimace realizing that he was right to tell me to do so. He had done some of those things with me. Most of them, really. I was already three sheets to the wind and planning on waking up in a jail cell for public indecency and intoxication.
Tacking on a few more fines didn’t mean a whole lot. I’d pay them off, just like I always did. Dylan moaned again. He was even more blitzed than I was.
The cop slammed Dylan’s head against the hood of the cruiser again, my friend’s rainwet, longish blond hair covering his face. “No moving!” He shouted, as though we were under arrest for armed robbery or something, not just picking a fight ‘cause we were drunk.
I sighed, pressing my cheek against the cool metal. I’d bet a substantial amount that I would have a cold in the morning when I woke up on the ground of the prison cell this asshole cop would throw us in.
I was right.