alwaysroomforhope: (bitey lip)
Stephanie Brown ([personal profile] alwaysroomforhope) wrote2008-06-03 12:12 pm
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"Troublemakers ... scarin' the life outta folks ... just getting your jollies, never think about the folk under you ... suppose you think that was fun... bloody teenagers..."

The desk sergeant looks angry and irritable, scowling at them and muttering as he pushes papers around.

"Wasting police time ... resources ... cells for a night's the least of what you deserve, your parents oughta have taught you better..."



Steph is still finding it nearly impossible not to giggle. Especially when she glances at Sokka beside her, streaked with gravel and hair spiky from the wind, and remembers the looks on the people's faces.

"You damn kids don't even know the trouble you're in," the sergeant grumps, standing up finally with a notepad. "All right, give me your names."

[identity profile] notanoptimist.livejournal.com 2008-06-06 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
Sokka blinks at her for a moment.

And then grins at Bill.

"Oh man, you better go marry that girl."

[identity profile] shatter-brought.livejournal.com 2008-06-06 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
Bill is very much not grinning at Sokka, or even smiling. The young man is sitting on his cot, scowling quite hard at him.

"You don't know nothing about me or Mary," he says.

[identity profile] notanoptimist.livejournal.com 2008-06-07 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Bill gets another glance, this time without the grin - and the snide comments. Just a nod to go with Steph's words.

Until she suggests kisses anyway. Then he's just snorting at her.

"How about you blow kisses? I'll just wave."

[identity profile] notanoptimist.livejournal.com 2008-06-07 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Sokka considers the possible expression on the sergeant's face, were he to blow him a kiss.

And giggles chuckles.

"Well, maybe."