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Watching the shoes fly across the cell only made the rookie cop snicker in reply. He could understand the aggravation to being sent to the drunk tank to sleep everything off. Knox even has an idea of how bad the hangover was going to be when it’s over.
“Right,” he replies with a polite tone. “I’ll be here– just be here. Let me know if there’s anything you need, alright?” After he gave the other a type of run down, be then started back to the desk not far. Returning to the game of Panda Pop. Yet, when it got too quiet, Knox glances from his phone. “The offer still stands if you wanna clean up!”
It was obvious that this guy was pretty new to station. Mostly because Tate was just there not too long ago and he didn’t recognize the male. He wondered if they always stuck the new guys with drunk watch. What a way to start your exciting career as a police officer. “Yeah, I’ll be sure to do that.” He mumbled, leaning back against the wall and closing his eyes. When he spoke up again after a few minutes Tate shook his head. “Again, I’ll pass on the wet wipe.” He paused. “It is hot as hell in here though. You wanna turn on a fan or something?”