Of Course, Sir

Before everything fell apart back in the bar, you had definitely put a couple rounds away, but you were still sober enough to realize just how bad this situation looked, and you were not about to fight with the cops on this one.

“Of course, officer, certainly.” You say, adding, “though, would you mind if I give her my jacket? Her shirt’s is a little, well drenched right now.”

Before the cop could even respond, Melody exclaims “OH SURE! You’ll gimme yer jacket, but you when I wan yer CAWK, you won’t give it to me!”

Despite her protests, you’re more than a little relieved when she takes your jacket from your outstretched hand and puts it on over her shivering frame.

“Sir, I don’t suppose the station house would have any coffee, would it? I think we could both use some.”

“Yes, I think that might be for the best.” Came the policeman’s response. “Let’s head out now, before we drown in this rain.”

After a fairly quick drive to the nearby precinct you and Melody were warming up with saw surprisingly good coffee, as well as a couple alarmingly stale donuts in the break room. She hasn’t spoken a single word since you got into the police car. You’re about to try and break the tension when the officer comes in and says, “Okay, would you mind joining me in the room across the hall? Let’s start figuring out what’s going on here.”