jail house rock [serena]

[FREDERICK TRUMPER]

Okay, so, mouthing off to the cops while very obviously drunk probably wasn't the smartest thing Freddie's ever done. (It definitely wasn't the stupidest though, not by a long shot.) But they were idiots, they deserved it! For guys were were supposed to be protecting free speech- they sure as hell got pissy when you offended them. Freaking hypocrites- that's all the were. He wasn't doing anything wrong! They's just.. showed up during a very bad time when he was kind of making a scene. That wasn't a big deal. That happened. There were weird things that set him off.. and weirder things that calmed him down. Like rearranging all the furniture in a hotel room while antagonizing the special agent left to babysit him. That, that was seriously an enjoyable afternoon. Pissing people off was an under-appreciated pastime.

You would think after being arrested as many times as he has, Freddie would have learned when to shut his mouth, but then, its pretty obvious his self control is lacking some while he's sober. Drunk? Forget it. Reality acknowledging wasn't something that was going to be happening. The lag time between what was actually going on and where he was was like forty five years. He was too busy absorbing himself in his own problems to care what they were saying or what they wanted him to do. He could have simply killed them. I mean, it probably wouldn't have ended up that simple - killing three cops in public - but he could have done it. It wouldn't have been hard at all. He just.. didn't think of that. Besides, what the hell did he have to lose? A night of getting wasted and consequently infuriated at everything with a pulse? Yeah, his life was awesome.

Anyway, he didn't fight back with his supernatural powers, just slurred insults while he allowed himself to be escorted out of the building (good riddance, the bar sucked anyway) and into a cop car. The ride was too long and too slow and when the car stopped and someone touched him he only just managed to restrain himself from gauging their eyes out or something equally as unpleasant. He jerked away, making a point to walk himself- well, if you could consider "Fuck you" a point making statement.. until he had to get in the cell. He sat down on the rusted bench, waiting for the familiar click of the lock, which never came. Something going on in front of the building was more interesting. The cop turned his attention back to Freddie. "Looks like you've got company."

[SERENA LYNN MCCOY]

Success was hers!! Serena had successfully found out how much alcohol it took to make a vampire completely shitfaced. It was completely unintentional, surely. Honestly Serena was pretty shocked she didn’t reach this limit before. One would think living a thousand years, she would have gotten shitfaced more than once. But of course she got distracted most of the time. She would start drinking then a human would catch her eye. She seduced them, maybe have her sexual way with them, and then kill them. Sometimes she didn’t even use them for food. Sometimes she just killed them to kill them. It was how she had fun anymore. Again after a thousand years, you have nearly seen and done everything. So finding new ways to torment humans was the only thing that kept her attention anymore. She was sick and twisted, but who cares! She had fun! Which is more than most vampires can say, with their guilt trips and “morality”. Please. Vampires were vampires. The desired human blood, they were monsters. Serena wasn’t afraid to acknowledge her nature. She was who she was.

Anyways! Not the point of the story. Serena got drunk, yes that’s where the story was at. A human man dared her to dance on the bar. Being the type of person she was, she happily accepted the challenge. And so the dancing on the bar’s counter top ensued. And it was all fun and games until the small town police showed up. Apparently someone in the joint didn’t appreciate her moves too well. The friendly officers politely asked her to step down and sober up. And Serena politely threw an empty bottle of vodka at their heads. Only one of them got cut, and it wasn’t a serious injury. But apparently the friendly officers were very sensitive about their bodies. So they had to force her down. Drunk or sober, Serena was very much aware of the fact that she had to humor them so she didn’t expose her powerful race. Once she was down, they proceeded to put handcuffs on her after she managed to take one more gulp of some stranger’s drink.

The female vampire giggled as they drove off to the police station. “I’m sorry about the bottle,” Serena slurred and turned to the cop with the wound. “You should learn how to duck. Don’t they teach you reflexes at that police school?” Her old Scottish accent coming out in a slur. But they continued to ignore her. Serena slumped down in the seat as she felt the car spin. Wow, she really had a lot to drink. When they finally got to the station, Serena drunkenly used the two men for support as escorted her to the cell. Apparently both officers decided to wait until she sobered up before they did all their police things. “Put her in the cell with the other drunk,” one of them commanded. Another drunk? Well at least the night won’t be boring. And she could break out without worrying about the human remembering her doing anything abnormal. They took the handcuffs off of her as she stumbled into the cell. A light click rang in her ears as she watched them walk away.

The smell of alcohol and death hit her nose. Serena looked over and saw another vampire sitting on the rusty bench. Well it must be an off night for the creatures of the night. “You smell,” she slurred with a childish tone. She walked over to the rusty bench, and slowly climbed on top of it. Using her cellmate as a balancing tool, she was relatively sure her hand landed on his face. Even though she intended on grabbing his shoulder. Another giggle escaped her mouth at the touch on his skin under hers. Once she was standing on the bench, she tried to look out the barred window that was a few feet away. Hm, maybe that was her way out?

[FREDERICK TRUMPER]

You know how in movies and stuff cops are always portrayed as complete badasses or complete idiots? Yeah, there really is no middle ground. And yeah, these ones were pretty big idiots. I mean, if the whole messing with a vampire thing wasn't dumb enough- it was like they'd never arrested a drunk before. They kept asking him stupid questions like his name and where he lived. Like he was supposed to remember any of that. I mean, this wasn't his first time getting drunk. No. Freddie was a damn professional. Sober, he would have had a smart answer fast.. probably not one in any way related to the topic or helpful in getting him out of this mess.. but still, right now it was all he could do to pretend he had absolutely no idea what they were saying. He guessed his blank stare was pretty damn convincing. He didn't want to talk to them. He didn't want to talk to anyone. He just wanted to be left in his cell to be miserable in peace. That's all he wanted. He wasn't going to bother than or anything.. It didn't seem like a whole lot to ask.

Blah blah blah right to a lawyer and some other shit he couldn't bother listening to. The way he saw it these guys had a lot more to be worrying about than drunks like, yanno, their ridiculous legal system. But anyway.. Rights..yep, he had those. One phone call... He almost said her name, then he remembered she was probably dead, or an old married woman living on the other side of the world. Yeah, this night was going well for him. Rainbows and sunshine and all that good stuff. He mumbled something vulgar, hoping the cops would get the message to leave him alone for a few more hours. By then he'd have more than enough time to come up with a fake name and story and a damn good reason why they didn't exist. (Well, either that or he'd wait till the shift change and kill the guard.) Right now he just didn't care enough. And if there was any way his night could get better, his little box of solitude wasn't even his alone.

Okay, so, he decided that he didn't like the girl before she stumbled in, and he wasn't going to associate with her. Maybe he'd make her leave. Because it was her fault for being there in the first place. And he had the authority to kick her out. Yep, he was logical. Obviously.. The first thing he smelled was the vodka... And then he smelled the death. 'You smell.' Well, at least they weren't keeping things to themselves. So much for that 'not associating plan' "You smell worse." Oh yeah, he was winning a comeback-of-the-year award with that one. Seriously though,enhanced senses- not always a positive. Usually not a positive. Nothing about being a vampire was usually a positive. Freddie was a very not-positive person, if you haven't gotten that yet. "What the hell are you doing?" She was stumbling up on top of the bench and Freddie didn't see any logic in the idea at all. Especially seeing as she decided that it would be a good idea to use his face as a balancing tool. Not expecting it- of course he was going to recoil. He slid to the edge of the bench, effectively leaving her with her slanted support beam missing and...well, basically just watching in as she fell off the bench, not like, outwardly amused by it or anything, but very self-satisfied.

[SERENA LYNN MCCOY]

Serena had decided not to respond to the whole ‘smell’ comment. To her, she smelled lovely. Like a Vodka wonderland. But not everybody liked that type of alcohol. And it probably didn’t help that she smelled like death. But dignifying his response with anything other than drunken giggles would be pointless. So she did just that, giggle and be done with it. Yes Serena was a little more sensible drunk than sober, but that didn’t help her reflexes. Which was evident when she used his face to balance. Serena looked at him like he was a pure idiot. “Looking for a way out, duhhhh,” Serena stated. “Don’t know about you but I would like to continue my drunken stupor instead of spending the night in this cell.” She muttered some simple insults at him as she continued to look up at the bars to the outside. That was her way out of her. A simple tug at the bars and she would be out in mere minutes. Yes minutes, because the alcohol would surely make her slightly weaker than normal. Serena was working it out in her head when her support decided to rudely move!

The blonde stumbled sideways and of course fell onto her bum. She shook her head drunkenly before letting out another giggle. Well that was unexpected. Serena staggered a bit to her feet, the room was spinning. The alcohol would be wearing off son. She would have to get out of here soon so she could keep going. But first… Serena sprinted over to her cell mate, grabbed his neck and shoved him off of the bench. “Oops,” Serena giggled before jumping back on the bench. She grabbed her black boots and yanked them off before throwing them on the ground. Yes it was random, but her feet needed the air. And she really didn’t feel like stumbling around in high heels anymore. That was not fun regardless of the fact that she was a vampire. The blonde glanced back at her cellmate with a blank look. She was sure there was going to be some consequence for knocking him off the bench but did she really care? No. Obviously. She wouldn’t have done it if she did. “How’s the ground?” It wasn’t meant to be mean or anything, just her making small talk before she escaped. Because this was going to happen, there was no other option.

Not listening to whatever response she got Serena sprinted over to the small bar window and noticed that it was slightly out of arms reach. Well this sucks. Maybe if she put her boots back on. But probably not. Serena jumped on the wall and was able to grab one of the window bars. It was ripped out of the wall and her being drunk and all tumbled back to the ground. Well only a couple more of those and she would be out of here in no time. Well that was if the cops didn’t hear her and try to stop her by then. Which might not be the case because that fall was pretty loud. And ripping a bar out of cement wasn’t exactly a quiet act either. It would be nice to get help from the grumpy drunk that was her cellmate. But she highly doubted he would want to help her. Serena could always just use her power on him…but that would just lead to sex. And even though she hasn’t had sex in a jail cell in a long time, she really didn’t want to do it tonight. At least not while the alcohol was wearing off. Maybe later though!

[FREDERICK TRUMPER]

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'Looking for a way out, duhhh.' So... the girl was a freak. The cell wasn't exactly big. 'Looking' shouldn't have taken that much effort. He wasn't dignifying her with a response though. She could do what she wanted (so long as she got off of him.) As far as getting out went, personally, Freddie didn't really care. He was perfectly content spending his night in a cell until she showed up and ruined it with her stupid giggling and smelling like vodka. But something about her was.. alluring, none the less. She actually seemed eager to 'continue here drunken stupor', like she was enjoying herself. Maybe she was a prostitute? He couldn't imagine what other reason she'd have. He didn't have anything against prostitutes. They were alright. Not exciting, but then again, nothing was. So what made there any better than here? There there were stupid people. Here... well, like I'd said, he'd been perfectly content with it before she'd shown up.

The insults were pointless. She could insult him, he could insult her, round and round and round. The giggling was really starting to get on his nerves though. He didn't really feel like picking apart her mind and trying to find something to make her miserable with- any kind of general miserableness would suffice. Of course, he'd never used his powers on a happy drunk before, and apparently their simple minds really weren't going to grasp the whole you're-in-a-shitty-situation thing. Before he could respond to her, she was grabbing him by the neck and throwing him off the bench. Were his reflexes not vacationing in in sauna full of whiskey, he'd have kept her from ever touching him, but as it was, that wasn't happening. And so he hit the ground, and didn't even bother retaliating. The room was spinning and she was still giggling and it was extremely annoying. 'Hows the ground?' "It'd be better if I didn't have to hear your voice."

He cringed when she ripped the bar from the window and promptly fell on the ground again. He was kind of surprised there wasn't a person-sized hole in the floor by now. I mean the cement could only be so strong. He glanced at the broken bar in her hand. She wasn't really going to do that to all of- yeah, yeah she was. "I'm pretty sure breaking the lock would be faster and quieter." He wasn't trying to help her. Nope. She could fall on her ass ten..fifteen more times before that started to get old. But if she was going to spring he definitely wasn't going to stick around to explain how the hell some drunk girl tore apart the walls. That was not his job.

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[SERENA LYNN MCCOY]

“Well that’s hurtful,” Serena stated in a mock hurt tone. She put her hand to her chest and even let out a fake gasp. “That’s almost as hurtful as the time…not that wasn’t bad. Well there was the time…not that was actually. Or there was a time…no. Actually I can’t remember anytime someone something that hurtful. Because you know everybody loves me and I’m so charming. And you are just a cranky vampire that would rather hate the world then actually enjoy. It’s people like you that keep me so motivated to stop caring. It’s really a beautiful thing…” Was Serena being sincere in her ramble? Hell no, honestly her sarcasm would be thicker and more evident if she was sober. But this would have to do. The only reason she rambled on was because he was being a little girl about their situation. Okay he was stuck in a cell with a HOT, drunk woman. Either he was gay or asexual because there is no reason they shouldn’t be rolling on the ground right now.

Serena had to admit that if he did smile or at least pretend to enjoy himself he would actually be good looking. But his grumpy attitude and sour puss face made him very unattractive. Like, seriously. Get off of your sour horse and enjoy your life! For crying out loud, you’re a vampire! Start acting like one! You had the ability to snap a human in a blink of an eye. You were feared by most. And if you were a lucky vampire then you got a power too. Really Serena didn’t understand how people hated this life. Sure she hated it at first, like the first year when she was turned. When everyone rejected her and was killed. Yea for some time she hated her life after that but then she realized she could turn her emotions off and suddenly everything seemed brighter. There wasn’t anything Serena couldn’t do. She was a thousand year old vampire that could care less about having ties to people. Really she had the world by the balls, figuratively speaking of course. “And are you always this grumpy or did you take a special pill this morning?” Serena asked.

Serena glanced up when he spoke once more. Okay, if she wasn’t drunk Serena would have thought about that way before she started climbing the walls and making herself look like an idiot. She giggled at his comment. “Well let’s give it a try, shall we…” Serena sprinted off to the door and promptly ripped the lock off. And sure enough the door magically opened all by itself. Like, one of those awesome moments that only happened in movies. “Well what do you know, Grumpy actually had a good idea!” she exclaimed to herself, Serena glanced back at him. Now it was time to enjoy the rest of her night with alcohol. Something in her drunk mind made her stop from sprinting out of the cell automatically. It was like she CARED if he stayed here or not…god, she needed alcohol and blood soon. Or sex. Sex would definitely help stabilize her. “You coming?”