It's the morning's first hour on Main Street just past the Mad River. Officers are appreciative spectators of a young brunette wearing, as far as the officers' knowledge allows, a dark trash bag and some face paint.
"I'm so hungry. I want Mikes now." Pronounced "Ish bish bagooby, hooby dooby doo." It's all Officer Chris Riley heard before little lady blew spit all up the wall.
"Move along young lady. Past your bedtime."
From across the way someone from inside Mad River saw what was happening and rushed out to help. "What the - where do you think you're going get back inside. You're good for two or three more drinks girl!"
"Now wait a minute buster, did you check her ID? She looks underage to me."
Girl: "I'm 18." Pronounced "I'm 21."
The officers closed up their shop for the night. It was late, too late. "Well alright then. Get moving. And don't let me see you this drunk out here again, little darlin'."
"Yes sir." Pronounced "Fuck off."
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