I start walking home from the club. I lost my fake ID, and I have to bounce before the cops show up. I’m only 19, and because I unfortunately live in America, I have to be 21 to legally drink. I hold my small purse tighter to my body and take a left through the thankfully, empty alley. I don’t have any money, and I have to walk the thirty minutes it takes me home, on 5 inch heels, a dress that stops just below my ass and my purse. I didn’t even bother with underwear. I’m about to cross the street, when I see a silver Saab drive up to me, before flashing on the sirens inside. My heart sink to my stomach as I realise it’s a civilian cop. The window rolls down, and a very handsome cop sit behind the wheel. His hair is dark, he has gorgeous, blue eyes, he has a playful look on his face and he
