Chick Cop
rusty_cupcake
Published
01/19/2011
Last night found me in yet another bar in another backwards part of southern Florida. The night was just as damp as the one before it, the only escape from the mosquitoes was to bring your blood alcohol level above insect acceptance. Moonshine was the only drink available in this god forsaken hole in the everglades. They called it Mister Rodgers', I never asked why, tasted like gasoline and burnt asshole, but it did the job. The McMahon boys had been harassing me for the length of my stay. One or the other would follow me from place to place drunkenly spewing forth insults sprinkled with cheesy pick up lines. Last night proved to push me over the limit, both with alcohol and with tolerance.
After a kick to the face I held the eldest brothers head to the floor with my boot. The other two brothers lunged toward me. I stuck the youngest deep in his right side with my switchblade, the middle brother ran past me, out of the bar and up the street. The bartender was pissed about the blood and the mess, demanded I pay my tab for that week. SHIT. I hadn't finished my job so I didn't have the cash. I must have blacked out after that, because my next conscious moment was in jail.
It was hours before any sign of life returned to the station. To my surprise it was a female officer, SHIT. She looked right at me as she walked in, no expression crossed her face. I felt sick to my stomach for some reason, and took it as a sign of worse things to come. Turning to the toilet in the corner i lost what was left in my belly. While washing my face the officer laughed and said "I'm not surprised by that, after all the booze you polished off at the brew house downtown". The thought of another drink made me throw up again.
"Why am I here, and where are my clothes?" i demanded after washing up a second time.
"Your here for beating the hell out of the McMahon boys, the oldest is still at the hospital having his jaw wired shut. Your clothes...well...you couldn't pay your tab at the bar so you gave your belongings to Mitch the owner to hold until you could pay. He isn't happy with the arrangement but you didn't leave him much of a choice. Mitch called me to come get you after you passed out, seems you cant handle Mister Rodgers' Moonshine."
"Well how long am I gonna be stuck in here? And can I get something to wear?" Listening to myself I could hear I was whining.
"Listen hunny, I'm not saying you didn't do this town a favor by showing those McMahon boys a thing or two. But their daddy holds a lot of weight here, including signing my checks. As far as the clothes...lets just say its not often that I get to stare at pretty young thing like yourself." Its funny how a smile that means your in trouble looks the same on a woman as on a man. I pulled my blanket tighter around myself and sat down. The officer got up from her desk smiling and walked to my cell. SHIT.
She had delicate features that had been hardened with time and this town. I could see her fingers were callused and rough as she put them around the bars. There was no glamor about her, no make up, hair in a simple pony tail, and she smelled like a gun. In the week I had been in town I knew no woman here had any luxuries that most other girls in other towns had. The corner store laughed when I asked for lavender soap, the best they had was Ivory. I used the last of my honeysuckle in my bath the night before, just to get the smell of this town off me. I looked up at her scared and she whispered "You smell sweet, I can smell you from here." SHIT
I had to think quick, this was a whole new bunch of shit that I wasn't used to dealing with. At least not with me locked up and half naked. I walked to the bars and just stood there looking in her eyes, she was hungry for me. She reached out her hand to touch my breast. Stupid bitch, she had no idea who she was dealing with. I grabbed her hand and in one quick movement pulled her arm slamming her face into the metal bars. Twice more then a twist and i felt the snap of her arm and she went limp. I was able to reach through the bars and get the keys to the cell.
After changing into her uniform I moved her into the cell. I took her gun and the money in her wallet, searching for keys all I could find were a set that claimed they were for and air boat. Fuck it, sounds like fun.
After a kick to the face I held the eldest brothers head to the floor with my boot. The other two brothers lunged toward me. I stuck the youngest deep in his right side with my switchblade, the middle brother ran past me, out of the bar and up the street. The bartender was pissed about the blood and the mess, demanded I pay my tab for that week. SHIT. I hadn't finished my job so I didn't have the cash. I must have blacked out after that, because my next conscious moment was in jail.
It was hours before any sign of life returned to the station. To my surprise it was a female officer, SHIT. She looked right at me as she walked in, no expression crossed her face. I felt sick to my stomach for some reason, and took it as a sign of worse things to come. Turning to the toilet in the corner i lost what was left in my belly. While washing my face the officer laughed and said "I'm not surprised by that, after all the booze you polished off at the brew house downtown". The thought of another drink made me throw up again.
"Why am I here, and where are my clothes?" i demanded after washing up a second time.
"Your here for beating the hell out of the McMahon boys, the oldest is still at the hospital having his jaw wired shut. Your clothes...well...you couldn't pay your tab at the bar so you gave your belongings to Mitch the owner to hold until you could pay. He isn't happy with the arrangement but you didn't leave him much of a choice. Mitch called me to come get you after you passed out, seems you cant handle Mister Rodgers' Moonshine."
"Well how long am I gonna be stuck in here? And can I get something to wear?" Listening to myself I could hear I was whining.
"Listen hunny, I'm not saying you didn't do this town a favor by showing those McMahon boys a thing or two. But their daddy holds a lot of weight here, including signing my checks. As far as the clothes...lets just say its not often that I get to stare at pretty young thing like yourself." Its funny how a smile that means your in trouble looks the same on a woman as on a man. I pulled my blanket tighter around myself and sat down. The officer got up from her desk smiling and walked to my cell. SHIT.
She had delicate features that had been hardened with time and this town. I could see her fingers were callused and rough as she put them around the bars. There was no glamor about her, no make up, hair in a simple pony tail, and she smelled like a gun. In the week I had been in town I knew no woman here had any luxuries that most other girls in other towns had. The corner store laughed when I asked for lavender soap, the best they had was Ivory. I used the last of my honeysuckle in my bath the night before, just to get the smell of this town off me. I looked up at her scared and she whispered "You smell sweet, I can smell you from here." SHIT
I had to think quick, this was a whole new bunch of shit that I wasn't used to dealing with. At least not with me locked up and half naked. I walked to the bars and just stood there looking in her eyes, she was hungry for me. She reached out her hand to touch my breast. Stupid bitch, she had no idea who she was dealing with. I grabbed her hand and in one quick movement pulled her arm slamming her face into the metal bars. Twice more then a twist and i felt the snap of her arm and she went limp. I was able to reach through the bars and get the keys to the cell.
After changing into her uniform I moved her into the cell. I took her gun and the money in her wallet, searching for keys all I could find were a set that claimed they were for and air boat. Fuck it, sounds like fun.
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