Quick report before I'm off to score some... training.
I was patrolling with Jack Will when we bumped into a Rogue near West Point, shaking down a trader. I asked the man kindly to leave, he didn't want to. he was very eager to fight. I wasn't: I had a date coming up.
But duty and all that crap...
So I hammered him. I took 2 mines in the face. I wasn't all that focussed. But that's because of that date I'm about to go on.
I met my date in a bar on Manhattan. Man, she looks like some sort of photo model. hell, I bet she is one.
And she couldn't keep her hands off me! Nor could I keep my own off her. hahaha.
20 minutes in and wham, we are both completely wasted. She was puking up her guts in the back alley. Threw up all over my boots. Now that was funny. and smelly. of course, I followed suit. I managed to get a stream of puke about 2 meters long. hurled it over a small wall at the back of the alley. turned out there was a lovey dovey couple on the other side. hahahaha.
Imagine that. gettin' all frisky and wham, a stream of sick in your neck. My date nearly died of laughter. or because of the booze. I dunno. Then some cops showed up and it became really funny. Wasted as we were, trying to get in the car before those cops could catch us. Took me 3 minutes just to get in the car, only to find out I was sitting on the passenger's side. and she was on the driver's seat.
Responsible as I am, I would not allow a drunk woman to drive. I preferred my drunken self to drive. so we crawled over each other to switch seats. just when we are all over each other those cops show up, banging on the doorwindows. I'm startled so I look up and plant my elbow accidentelly in my date's stomach. this results in another stream of barf. straight in the officer's face, which was exposed because I had already lowered the window. so that guy completey freaks and-
Why am I writing all this down? Where is the delete button?