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slidingmoments2012-03-17 01:41 am
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And baby, don't you know nothing good happens after midnight?
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tasteslikepnk
What: A misunderstanding
When: Saturday morning, 2:30 AM
Where: A block or two away from the Tilted Kilt (for this purpose I’m going with there’s one in Miami) followed by a police station
Rating: Not too bad
Saying she was tired was an understatement, Rachel was borderline exhausted. Having decided to head back to Miami early, Rachel left Port Charlotte nearly eight and a half hours later than planned due to finishing up things at the new office. She was grateful for the fact that it was a relatively short drive, if one considered three and a half hours short.
Leaning her head against the back of her seat, she closed her eyes for a brief second, waiting for the light to change to green, as talk radio washed over her. The sound of knuckles tapping against her window broke her from her stupor, causing her to accidentally hit her horn. Clutching her heart, she cautiously looked to the side to see a skimpily dressed woman waving at her and motioning to roll down the window. Blinking once, twice, three times, the shadowed face clicked in Rachel’s memory as she rolled the window down, the woman being one of her housemates from the Real World. "Oh my fucking God" Rachel let out a relieved breath as she looked the woman over "Angie, I thought you were going to mug me."
"No, I was just really hoping that it was you. Can I ask you a huge favor? My person forgot to pick me up work so I’m stuck walking…unless you want to give me a ride?" Rachel nodded, unlocking the passenger door so the other woman could get in. Getting the directions, Rachel headed towards the other woman’s apartment and learned the story about the outfit – it was the uniform for the waitresses at the Tilted Kilt.
Not even a mile down the road, the flashing lights of a patrol car turned on behind Rachel’s car. She pulled over and waited for them to pass when she noticed that the patrol car had stopped behind her and the officers were getting out. She rolled her window down as they approached, leaning over Angie to get her license and registration out. 'Please, please don’t be Noah. Be anybody but Noah.'
"Ma’am, will the both of you please step out of the car and put your hands over your head?" Rachel raised an eyebrow, but did as they asked, thanking her lucky stars that neither of the officers were Puck. "Ma’am, are you aware that soliciting a prostitute is illegal?" Rachel heard Angie make a noise of protest as both women were turned around, the cold metal of handcuffs wrapping around her wrists.
"I wasn't-" she was cut off by the feeling of her head getting pushed down as they loaded her into the squad car. "She’s not a prostitute and I wasn’t soliciting her!" Rachel managed to get out as the door was shut behind her.
The ride to the station was filled with silence, save for sounds of the operator and other
patrolmen coming over the scanner. Rachel exchanged several looks with her backseat companion that usually ended in an exasperated sigh and their heads back against the seat.
Once they were inside the holding cell, Rachel paced back and forth, muttering to herself about how this was going to affect everything she’s worked towards and that if Puck was working, it would be her luck that he’d show up and use this against her for the rest of her life. "Excuse me, hey! Hi. Can I make a phone call…or two? I'm pretty sure my first person won’t answer." The desk sergeant nodded and opened the cell, letting Rachel out to use the phone. Her first phone call was to Blaine, figuring he was probably asleep or with Kurt, but calling him wouldn’t help. The call went straight to voicemail and Rachel groaned, leaving a hasty message before hanging up and dialing the number for her boss and getting through and explaining an abridged version of the situation to him. After hanging up, Rachel stalked back into the cell and sat on the bench, crossing her arms over her chest. The next three and a half hours were going to be hell.
RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE
tasteslikepnkWhat: A misunderstanding
When: Saturday morning, 2:30 AM
Where: A block or two away from the Tilted Kilt (for this purpose I’m going with there’s one in Miami) followed by a police station
Rating: Not too bad
Saying she was tired was an understatement, Rachel was borderline exhausted. Having decided to head back to Miami early, Rachel left Port Charlotte nearly eight and a half hours later than planned due to finishing up things at the new office. She was grateful for the fact that it was a relatively short drive, if one considered three and a half hours short.
Leaning her head against the back of her seat, she closed her eyes for a brief second, waiting for the light to change to green, as talk radio washed over her. The sound of knuckles tapping against her window broke her from her stupor, causing her to accidentally hit her horn. Clutching her heart, she cautiously looked to the side to see a skimpily dressed woman waving at her and motioning to roll down the window. Blinking once, twice, three times, the shadowed face clicked in Rachel’s memory as she rolled the window down, the woman being one of her housemates from the Real World. "Oh my fucking God" Rachel let out a relieved breath as she looked the woman over "Angie, I thought you were going to mug me."
"No, I was just really hoping that it was you. Can I ask you a huge favor? My person forgot to pick me up work so I’m stuck walking…unless you want to give me a ride?" Rachel nodded, unlocking the passenger door so the other woman could get in. Getting the directions, Rachel headed towards the other woman’s apartment and learned the story about the outfit – it was the uniform for the waitresses at the Tilted Kilt.
Not even a mile down the road, the flashing lights of a patrol car turned on behind Rachel’s car. She pulled over and waited for them to pass when she noticed that the patrol car had stopped behind her and the officers were getting out. She rolled her window down as they approached, leaning over Angie to get her license and registration out. 'Please, please don’t be Noah. Be anybody but Noah.'
"Ma’am, will the both of you please step out of the car and put your hands over your head?" Rachel raised an eyebrow, but did as they asked, thanking her lucky stars that neither of the officers were Puck. "Ma’am, are you aware that soliciting a prostitute is illegal?" Rachel heard Angie make a noise of protest as both women were turned around, the cold metal of handcuffs wrapping around her wrists.
"I wasn't-" she was cut off by the feeling of her head getting pushed down as they loaded her into the squad car. "She’s not a prostitute and I wasn’t soliciting her!" Rachel managed to get out as the door was shut behind her.
The ride to the station was filled with silence, save for sounds of the operator and other
patrolmen coming over the scanner. Rachel exchanged several looks with her backseat companion that usually ended in an exasperated sigh and their heads back against the seat.
Once they were inside the holding cell, Rachel paced back and forth, muttering to herself about how this was going to affect everything she’s worked towards and that if Puck was working, it would be her luck that he’d show up and use this against her for the rest of her life. "Excuse me, hey! Hi. Can I make a phone call…or two? I'm pretty sure my first person won’t answer." The desk sergeant nodded and opened the cell, letting Rachel out to use the phone. Her first phone call was to Blaine, figuring he was probably asleep or with Kurt, but calling him wouldn’t help. The call went straight to voicemail and Rachel groaned, leaving a hasty message before hanging up and dialing the number for her boss and getting through and explaining an abridged version of the situation to him. After hanging up, Rachel stalked back into the cell and sat on the bench, crossing her arms over her chest. The next three and a half hours were going to be hell.
RP LOG, SCENE COMPLETE