Naked (2.13)
"I like being naked!"
Alex Eames groaned. Hurray for New York City where at any given moment you could find an example of ever mental illness ever identified. If Bobby were at hand, she was sure he could tell her in precise detail what this guy's problem was, but all she saw was his dick flopping in the breeze and a couple kids watching it.
Objectively, it wasn't even a bad dick, but as the only cop in the coffee shop, Alex had to do something about it. Also, she wasn't going to get her coffee until she got this guy back into the men's room to put his clothes on while they waited for someone to take him away.
She advanced on him, speaking calmly as she encouraged him to at least put on his underwear. He told her all about the conspiracy of clothing manufacturers who were worse than the military industrial complex. She felt a little badly agreeing with him when she was wearing Donna Karan, but it seemed to calm him.
Just as he bent over to pick up his tightie whities, she heard movement behind her. Glancing back she saw an elderly woman yanking off her clothing faster than her granddaughter could pick it up. Successful at getting all her clothes off, the old lady pumped her fist in the air and shouted, "I like being naked."
What she heard next made Alex give up all hope for humanity. The majority of the customers actually cheered. She hung her head and gave up. It was just another day in the Big Apple.
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Alex Eames groaned. Hurray for New York City where at any given moment you could find an example of ever mental illness ever identified. If Bobby were at hand, she was sure he could tell her in precise detail what this guy's problem was, but all she saw was his dick flopping in the breeze and a couple kids watching it.
Objectively, it wasn't even a bad dick, but as the only cop in the coffee shop, Alex had to do something about it. Also, she wasn't going to get her coffee until she got this guy back into the men's room to put his clothes on while they waited for someone to take him away.
She advanced on him, speaking calmly as she encouraged him to at least put on his underwear. He told her all about the conspiracy of clothing manufacturers who were worse than the military industrial complex. She felt a little badly agreeing with him when she was wearing Donna Karan, but it seemed to calm him.
Just as he bent over to pick up his tightie whities, she heard movement behind her. Glancing back she saw an elderly woman yanking off her clothing faster than her granddaughter could pick it up. Successful at getting all her clothes off, the old lady pumped her fist in the air and shouted, "I like being naked."
What she heard next made Alex give up all hope for humanity. The majority of the customers actually cheered. She hung her head and gave up. It was just another day in the Big Apple.
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