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[chardismastic]

[ Nobody cares about your hippie-appropriated fake-rudeness. ]

Oh, there.

[ Rafe waits only slightly impatiently while the copper fishes out keys to open the gate, ignores the flotsam that gravitates to the bars, each of them angling to be picked up as well — like stray dogs in a kennel, every one yowling for attention.

Once the gate is shut again and Harry's a free man, Rafe pauses and levels a dead-eyed stare at the boy in blue. ]

Ah, I believe Mr. Flynn is owed an apology for this whole business? And his effects, of course. [ A slight tilt of the head, eyes never leaving the cop's in spite of his obvious discomfiture. ] I've already received mine for having had to come down here but I think his time is worth a few words.

[noterrol]

Oh now, c'mon mate, don't be so hard on him. It's not his fault he can't parse a situation to save his life.

[After a beat, Harry's eyes pop open and he rolls over, pulling himself up and to his fee. He makes his way over to the cop and his boss, stepping over Mr Drunk Prep School and scuffing his nice shoes in the process. Heh.

He leans through the cell bars, as ready to be done with this shit as he assumes everyone else is. But squashing the pride in this arsehole would help things just a little.]

I'm waiting.

[chardismastic]

[ The arresting officer goes red with stymied frustration, clearly wants nothing more than to sock Flynn in his beak of a nose. But whether he knows he's about to get chewed out or has been already, the flatfoot smothers it and offers an I'm sorry that could only be stiffer if it came with a coroner.

Rafe, for his part, offers a bland and ingratiating plastic smile before he claps Harry on the back. ]

There you go. Not too difficult.

[ They're the picture of nonchalant, strolling out the station, but as soon as they're past the desk sergeant Rafe mutters under his breath: ]

Get in the goddamn car, Harry.