Finished/Closed
WHO: Samuel Vimes and Ken Hidaka + anybody else who arrives
WHAT: Vimes does whathe does best and Ken runs into him? We shall see!
WHERE: Miscellenous neutral sleazy bar with a few inconspicuous mobsters and coppers here and there.
WHEN: Day 177
OPEN TO: Anybody who likes to drink, or to socialize with drinkers?
( It was a bar like any other: contained depressed faces, drunken faces, faces that looked as if they belonged to rock, and an off-putting odour that nobody really managed to define. )
WHAT: Vimes does whathe does best and Ken runs into him? We shall see!
WHERE: Miscellenous neutral sleazy bar with a few inconspicuous mobsters and coppers here and there.
WHEN: Day 177
OPEN TO: Anybody who likes to drink, or to socialize with drinkers?
( It was a bar like any other: contained depressed faces, drunken faces, faces that looked as if they belonged to rock, and an off-putting odour that nobody really managed to define. )
"Naw, I'm--"
"Yeah, you're drunk, and that was assault on an officer. That's against the law, it is." In times like these, Vimes stuck to the book. It was the easiest way of doing things.
"Nobody follows the law."
"Yeah, well, I do. So you're gonna come back to the jails with me and help me drag these two bastards there too, got it?" Vimes frowned severely at the man and dug a cigarette from out of his pocket and lit it. "I'm off duty, but I'm still a cop, so I'll let you off with a warning and a small fine, 'cos you can't get away scot free, but you have to come with me. We can either do it like that, or I can clout you with my gun. Which is, inshident--incident--incidentally, loaded."
"You're drunk too!"
"Yeah, but I'm a drunk cop."
Some things only made sense to drunks and people who had very special ways of thinking.
"Yeah, okay," the man relented, not really fancying bleeding that particular day.
Vimes turned to face the bar. "Anybody else want to have a go? Or is everybody going to drink their drinks and get along?"
He took silence as his answer.
Then, Vimes glanced over at Ken. It was humiliating, needing help from a kid, but hey, he had needed it. "Thanks." His gruff rumble turned into a bark when he looked at the newly-assigned criminal. "Come on, come on, we don't have all night!"
Vimes looked down at one of the unconcious men and gave his arm an experimental tug. The jails weren't too far away, which was why this was a coppers' bar, and Vimes sure as hell wasn't driving.
"Horace?"
"Yeah?"
"Gimme a coffee. To go."
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