Tipsy Tara

2 a.m. when Hobble noted the car driving erratically. Twice he'd pulled over Brick Flagg for driving erratically. Both times captain of the football team had been sober, but Bonnie Rockwaller leaning down sucking his dick had made it hard for Brick to concentrate on the road. He flashed his lights and the car pulled over, jumping the curb and coming to a gentle stop against a tree.

Hobble parked the squad car and approached the stopped vehicle. A very pretty blonde sat behind the wheel and gave him a dazed look. ‟How much have you had to drink?” he demanded.

‟Three or floor Cokes, ossifer,” she slurred.

‟Just Coke?”

‟He shaid it was jus' Coke.”

‟Let me see your driver's license, please.” He was guessing there had been a lot of vodka in those Cokes. She fumbled around, then handed it over. He shown his flashlight on the card for her name. ‟All right, Tara, I think you're impaired.”