[mick's gaze darts between the woman and the officer and wordlessly manages to convey his most sincere 'please?' — a feat and a half because he really doesn't feel any remorse for beating up the bar patron. but despite this good samaritan joining in on the request, the policeman shakes his head, pulling out a notepad to scribble the word 'procedure' in careful block letters.
mick groans. he would scream and punch, but that pesky urge to keep singing bubbles at his throat.]
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mick groans. he would scream and punch, but that pesky urge to keep singing bubbles at his throat.]
I fought the law, and the law won...