Thread: This Skin is Stained

She could've said no. He expected her to. After all, who got berated and spoken to like some sleaze by someone they hated then just agreed to spread a few minutes later? A prostitute, he supposed. Get some rest, his voice soft. She was better than this. Once upon a time, at least, she had been. Daniel turned and left the cell, another pang of guilt striking at his core when he closed and locked the cell, locking his once-friend inside. But there was nothing to be done of that for now. Three more hours. He circled around the desk again and closed each of the open drawers, the one where the pillow and blanket had been and the one with all the contraband. His feet propped up on the desk. Then they came down. Then he drank his coffee some more, a comfortable temperature by now, and resigned to playing Solitaire on the computer for the next few hours. Ah, Solitaire - a simultaneous cause and effect of boredom. At one point Minesweeper took over for a bit that bastard Richie had the high score for about three months now. At another point he kicked his feet back up and went through some fishing magazine for the umpteenth time. There was a third cup of coffee in there somewhere too. This shift could be boring as all heck. Nobody else was booked and brought in the entire time, which both added to that boredom, but it was also good he guessed, as it meant Danica would be able to sleep. Speaking of which, he was halfway there himself when he'd heard the booted footsteps clicking off the tile of the long hall. Eyes heavy, lidding, chaining yawns like a smoker would their cigarettes, Officer Jacobs sat up and rubbed at his eyes when he heard them. He yawned again, this one heavier, longer, a palm bunching into a fist at the front of his mouth. Goddamn, he mouthed lightly from glancing at the computer according to the clock running on the hand of Solitaire his current game had been running for an hour and ten minutes. How much of that had been spent napping? Mornin'. Mornin'. So what've we got? One last yawn as he sat forward. Just some mild ones today. They're all set to be released this morning. Are you here for that, or...? Nope, I'm here to relieve you, the woman smiled. Go get some sleep. I didn't know we had angels working for us. Smirking, standing, he stretched, cracking his back some in the process. Now that's what I've been waiting to hear. He clocked off his game, tossed his emptied cup from before in the trash, and otherwise straightened up a few things as the female officer took up the clipboard, reading over the basic info on each of the three in the holding cell. It's about that time. Someone should be along any minute now to discharge the one. The others are still minors, so you've got some upset moms and pops to look forward to this morning. Fantastic, with an eyeroll. Ain't it? ...Oh, he was halfway to being gone when he stopped. Reaching over the desk, he pulled open the one drawer again and took out the baggie of white plastic bottles. Closing it, straightening himself, The front desk asked me to bring this up with me. A lie. Anyway, see you. See you. ...And hey, Danny, you've gotta stop with these long shifts sometime, alright? You're gonna wear yourself out. No kiddin'. He waved, turned the corner, and was gone. Someone would be there to let Danica out soon enough. That gave him time to change to his street clothes, punch out, and bring the car around front. They hadn't discussed that part, but eh, he wouldn't be a difficult person to find.