Bad Night

I’d always thought of myself as one of those fun girls. Cool. Chill. Laid back. Up for anything.

And I really liked to think that I was. It was one of the reasons that when the night had started out I’d just decided to go with it.

“It’ll be fun!”

“Oh my god I can’t believe we’re doing this!”

That was the kinda stuff we’d all said about 3 hours ago. When the beer bottles were still cold and I could still count the amount of tequila shots I’d taken on one hand.

Now though… the words I was hearing were a lot more sobering.

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”

Despite the warmth of the night the metal of the cuffs was cold on my wrists. I kept my head up out of stubbornness as the cop read me my rights. I could feel tears in the corner of my eyes as the panic of my predicament set in. I fought them back.

“Do you ummm… have a blanket you could wrap around me?” I asked. They were the first words I’d said to the cops since they’d tackled me to the ground.

“Oh look. Now she’s modest.” The cop behind me said to his partner who stood in front illuminating me with his flashlight.

“If you didn’t want people to see you the. Why are you out here running around butt ass naked?”