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Hi, I’m back, and still kind of (mostly) weeb trash. I needed to write something, I know this is garbage, but I figured someone might enjoy my old trash.

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On his way home from work one day Al saw a car swerving around on the road, and turned on the siren in his police cruiser to pull them over. The car slowly pulled off to the shoulder of the road, and he sauntered out with a sigh. This late at night he couldn’t intimidatingly pull off his sunglasses, so he just had to exude an air of confidence and let his attitude do the talking.

Shining his light inside the car, a little blonde chick shaded her eyes from the harsh light. “Ma’am, have you been drinking?”

“I haven’t had a sip, mister god, I swear to officer, never touched a drop, no sir…” she went on, hiccuping.

~

At about three in the morning your phone rang, alerting you of your roommate, and friend, drunk off her ass in jail. So you hauled your ass out of bed, pulled on some boots over your fuzzy socks, and started driving out to the police station.

Therefore, you ended up being leered at by a huge buff man in only your yoga pants and small coat. “Hey, there hot stuff. Can I help you?”

With a deep sigh you glared back at him. “I’m here to pick up Alice Kirkland? For a DUI?”

“Oh, the blonde chick. Sure, sure.” he turned to his buddy cop and told him to go get her before turning back to look you over with piercing red eyes. “I may let her off the hook in exchange for your number.”

“She deserves it this time.” you sighed, frowning at the proposition. You’d made her promise not to do this. She was going to kill herself one of these days. “But fine.” you grumbled, pulling out a sheet of paper and scrabbling her number on it.

He lit up a little, not expecting to catch someone like you. “Want to throw a dinner in there?”

“Don’t press you’re luck.” You made him laugh, a big hearty sound.

Before long you had Alice asleep in your car, all charges dropped, and a giant red eyed cop who probably just wanted to fuck you raw and leave. An interesting day to say the least.

He didn’t wait the full three days like it was said in some unspoken guy rule book. He didn’t even wait three whole hours to text you. Al asked you out as he left for work in the morning, proposing a dinner date for the two of you tomorrow night. “And wear something nice. Pick you up at seven?”

“Fine, one date, for Alice. Okay?”

“Deal.”

~

So you put on a nice blouse and some black work pants, waiting for him to pick you up. He knocked about five minutes after seven (late even after turning on his siren to clear through traffic) The moment you opened the door he looked you up and down like a slab of meat.

With a deep sigh you decided to get this over with, walking past him and over to his car, secretly a little flattered. “You look amazing.” he called after, staring at your ass as he followed and held the door for you.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just get this over with.” you grumbled, pushing (h/c) locks out of your eyes as you crossed your arms in his car.

He chuckled softly, intent on winning you over with some liquor and some fun. “C’mon doll. It’ll be fun.” Al had pulled a bunch of favors from Luciano (who he helped avoid some charges when he squeaked for the mob), and gotten a perfect little italian place all ready for them.

You were pampered and chatted up about all your hobbies and the story of your life, him intently listening and actually rather fascinated with you. Later you were escorted with a bottle of champaign to the roof of your apartment while he talked about stars.

“Do you know any constellations?” you asked, actually really impressed by the man who had seemed so abrasive at first and revealed a much deeper, very intelligent side that reveled in the finer things.

He nodded and grinned putting an arm around you on the cold roof and pointing to his favorites while you slowly got cozier in his chest. “That one there is Ursa Major, and then that one is Ursa Minor. The story is that they were bears that Zeus threw up into the sky to protect them from Hera. The big one is the mother, and then the little one is her son with Zeus.” he said calmly, rubbing your arm to keep you warm.

Not wanting the night to end, you asked him in a soft mumble for another little glass, and only got a chuckle as a response. “We drank it all.”

You giggled softly, looking back up at him. (E/c) met red, and it was only another moment before he was kissing you gently. With the light buzz clouding your mind, you nuzzled into him, only breaking back to yawn. He chuckled again, lifting you up and starting to carry you back down stairs. There was another small kiss before he deposited you on the couch, pulled a blanket over you, and let himself out so you could sleep.

~

The next morning you woke up with a little bit of a headache, and a text from last night at midnight, “Sleep well, doll. Text me tomorrow ”

With a grin you hugged your phone a moment before complying.

;) (Wink) — Description
Hi, I’m back, and still kind of (mostly) weeb trash. I needed to write something, I know this is garbage, but I figured someone might enjoy my old trash.

~

On his way home from work one day Al saw a car swerving around on the road, and turned on the siren in his police cruiser to pull them over. The car slowly pulled off to the shoulder of the road, and he sauntered out with a sigh. This late at night he couldn’t intimidatingly pull off his sunglasses, so he just had to exude an air of confidence and let his attitude do the talking.

Shining his light inside the car, a little blonde chick shaded her eyes from the harsh light. “Ma’am, have you been drinking?”

“I haven’t had a sip, mister god, I swear to officer, never touched a drop, no sir…” she went on, hiccuping.

~

At about three in the morning your phone rang, alerting you of your roommate, and friend, drunk off her ass in jail. So you hauled your ass out of bed, pulled on some boots over your fuzzy socks, and started driving out to the police station.

Therefore, you ended up being leered at by a huge buff man in only your yoga pants and small coat. “Hey, there hot stuff. Can I help you?”

With a deep sigh you glared back at him. “I’m here to pick up Alice Kirkland? For a DUI?”

“Oh, the blonde chick. Sure, sure.” he turned to his buddy cop and told him to go get her before turning back to look you over with piercing red eyes. “I may let her off the hook in exchange for your number.”

“She deserves it this time.” you sighed, frowning at the proposition. You’d made her promise not to do this. She was going to kill herself one of these days. “But fine.” you grumbled, pulling out a sheet of paper and scrabbling her number on it.

He lit up a little, not expecting to catch someone like you. “Want to throw a dinner in there?”

“Don’t press you’re luck.” You made him laugh, a big hearty sound.

Before long you had Alice asleep in your car, all charges dropped, and a giant red eyed cop who probably just wanted to fuck you raw and leave. An interesting day to say the least.

He didn’t wait the full three days like it was said in some unspoken guy rule book. He didn’t even wait three whole hours to text you. Al asked you out as he left for work in the morning, proposing a dinner date for the two of you tomorrow night. “And wear something nice. Pick you up at seven?”

“Fine, one date, for Alice. Okay?”

“Deal.”

~

So you put on a nice blouse and some black work pants, waiting for him to pick you up. He knocked about five minutes after seven (late even after turning on his siren to clear through traffic) The moment you opened the door he looked you up and down like a slab of meat.

With a deep sigh you decided to get this over with, walking past him and over to his car, secretly a little flattered. “You look amazing.” he called after, staring at your ass as he followed and held the door for you.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just get this over with.” you grumbled, pushing (h/c) locks out of your eyes as you crossed your arms in his car.

He chuckled softly, intent on winning you over with some liquor and some fun. “C’mon doll. It’ll be fun.” Al had pulled a bunch of favors from Luciano (who he helped avoid some charges when he squeaked for the mob), and gotten a perfect little italian place all ready for them.

You were pampered and chatted up about all your hobbies and the story of your life, him intently listening and actually rather fascinated with you. Later you were escorted with a bottle of champaign to the roof of your apartment while he talked about stars.

“Do you know any constellations?” you asked, actually really impressed by the man who had seemed so abrasive at first and revealed a much deeper, very intelligent side that reveled in the finer things.

He nodded and grinned putting an arm around you on the cold roof and pointing to his favorites while you slowly got cozier in his chest. “That one there is Ursa Major, and then that one is Ursa Minor. The story is that they were bears that Zeus threw up into the sky to protect them from Hera. The big one is the mother, and then the little one is her son with Zeus.” he said calmly, rubbing your arm to keep you warm.

Not wanting the night to end, you asked him in a soft mumble for another little glass, and only got a chuckle as a response. “We drank it all.”

You giggled softly, looking back up at him. (E/c) met red, and it was only another moment before he was kissing you gently. With the light buzz clouding your mind, you nuzzled into him, only breaking back to yawn. He chuckled again, lifting you up and starting to carry you back down stairs. There was another small kiss before he deposited you on the couch, pulled a blanket over you, and let himself out so you could sleep.

~

The next morning you woke up with a little bit of a headache, and a text from last night at midnight, “Sleep well, doll. Text me tomorrow ”

With a grin you hugged your phone a moment before complying.