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“Are you kidding?” Jane said. “You didn’t even come close to walking in a straight line, you barely lasted a second on one foot before needing your arms to help balance, and don’t even get me started with the jumping jacks. Not to mention the fact you’re butt naked driving home. I highly doubt you stripped your clothes off while sober with the kind of body you have. I’m going to have to bring you in. I’ll get a tow truck to take your car.

Lauren’s face paled as Jane handcuffed her wrists, pinning her arms behind her back as she did. “P-please, officer. Give me clothes. I can’t go to the station naked! Please!”

“Hmmm. I don’t know if I have something. You can’t put on your clothes because they’ll be used as evidence. But maybe I can see if I have something in the trunk for you,” Jane said.

“Please,” Lauren pleaded. “I’ll wear anything.”