>>125486
ACT QUICK

he may have a pistol or a small weapon hidden.
Get him in a position he can't hurt you in.
And check him for weapons.

Having a knife at his throat the whole time wouldn't hurt...

Pommel. Apply directly to the forehead. Pommel. Apply directly to the forehead. Pommel. Apply directly to the forehead.

He attacked an officer of the law, you are fully within your rights to knock him out.

>>125496
I think pommeling him might be a little extreme. He's already dropped his weapon... if he goes to retrieve it perhaps... but he's just a drunk and very angry man with home problems... no need to give him brain damage on top of that. (besides can't be too careful with 'police brutality'... I mean this isn't exactly a mob riot so we don't have anyone else to scare.)

>>125486
He's disabled and stunned. I think you should make the arrest.

Brom 2010/02/05(Fri)17:51 No. 125861 ID: f98e0b
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Squires quickly cuffs him while he's lying on the ground, stunned and bleeding profusely, and confiscates a penknife she finds in his back pocket. She loads him into a cart she borrowed from Grease.

"By nofe," mutters Erza on the drive back to the barracks. He's got a cell waiting for him till when they send him off to some bigger town for trial. "You bnoke it. You bnoke by nofe,"
"Quiet back there," says Squires.
"Why dib you do dat?" says Erza. "Bish."

"Well hey now, you swung an axe at me," says Squires. "How do you think that makes me feel? I mean imagine if you were at your job or whatever and someone tried to kill you with an axe. That's what I just went through, okay? It would have been legal to impale you just then."

"Dint habter brage by nofe though," says Erza.

"Stop talking," says Squires. "You'll fuck up the bandages and bleed all over the cart. And you sound ridiculous. You know that, right?"

"Your fault. Bish. Ugly-aff Mutt shitfafed bish."

>>125861
Half-mutt?

Oh my, do I detect a hint of minority bashing?

>>125861

"Anything you say can be used in court against you, sir..."

Brom 2010/02/05(Fri)18:19 No. 125881 ID: f98e0b
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>>125863
Well, he's technically right, Squires is a mutt. Her dad was pure gray and her mom was mostly brown. There are those who consider that a bad thing, think uneven coloration is ugly or one race or another is inferior, call people like her shitfaces or whatever. Squires doesn't really care. It's never been a big deal. Anyway, Oren thinks it's cute.

Erza's got the right to vent at someone. Hell, he lost his girlfriend to Eliot Papp, who runs the landfill and has a lazy eye. Plus he's plain drunk, and she did just break his nose. She imagines she wouldn't feel too charitable toward anyone in particular if they broke her nose. The axe may have been a little too far, but no harm done. Technically he assaulted an Authority Member, but she'll let that slide. It was a kneejerk reaction, a shitty choice. She can relate. And he's in deep enough shit as it is. Probably looking at at least six months.

She's not going to let him get to her, not when she still has the treasured memory of the sound her shield made against his face and especially not when when Oren is coming home from the city tonight.

She's stoked.

After you lock this bastard up, is there any more CRIME that needs bustin?

Brom 2010/02/05(Fri)19:30 No. 125926 ID: f98e0b
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Nah, this is technically after her shift but she got a call from Deborah, the girlfriend, about Erza so she hauled ass over here to help.

She's hoping there won't be any more distractions. She wants to make sure Oren's homecoming is perfect. They've only really been together as a couple for less than a day before Oren had to rush off to help Allen. She wants to make sure this'll work. Hell, she got candles and she's even making dinner for them which she is just realizing now she should have taken out of the oven 20 minutes ago when she was driving down here.

>>125926
...

I'm not going to say "brace for fire" because you probably already know that there's going to be a fire.

Got a cell phone? Call the fire department now.

Nessie, you spaz.

Speed like a motherfuck. Who'se going to arrest you? You?

>>125926
Well, that's no good. You know it's gonna be burned. So it goes. No use worrying about it.

>>125940
Considering she was rushing out to save some poor bitch from getting the axe, I reckon forgetting about the cooking is an acceptable mistake.

Brom 2010/02/05(Fri)20:14 No. 125974 ID: f98e0b
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>>125941
floor it floor it floor it
gah squires you fuckup

Brom 2010/02/05(Fri)20:15 No. 125975 ID: f98e0b
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"Here is your cell there are some walls and a floor and oh some bars so you just sit in there and think about what you have done"

"Wha-"

"I gotta go so you have a good time I am sorry about the nose"

Brom 2010/02/05(Fri)20:16 No. 125976 ID: f98e0b
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You know what Squires could really go for right now?

Pizza.

aw yeah, pizza
fatten yourself up so we can eat you
er, I mean

When he comes in, make sure you say "I made you a dinner...but I burnded it :("

>>125976
Hmm. Maybe you could find a store that sells ready-made meals?

>>126260
Nah, that would be cheating.

I hope you remembered to lock the cell door.

If you did, then the obvious solution is bacon.

>>125976

Dammit Squires. Alright listen closely, he's coming home soon and you need to cook fast. What've you got as foodstuffs. It's either that or go the lame route with pizza.

Do you really think Oren's gonna care about eating pizza right now?

No matter what goes down, it's going to end the same way.

Bangin' like rabbits.

Brom 2010/02/06(Sat)14:47 No. 126508 ID: f98e0b
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>>126312
Yeah, it's locked. Even if it wasn't Erza is too stinking drunk to do much.

Nessie rapidly takes stock of the situation. She has been subsisting an assload of baby carrots, which she loves, several days' worth of frozen food, a jar of chocolate chips, a bunch of energy bars, and a cell phone with Give Pizza a Chance and Duprian Takeout on speed dial.

She freezes as she hears the front door open.
"Spirits' shit, it's good to be home," she hears Oren call. "Nessie? I'm back. Where are you? What's that burning smell?

>>126508
"It was food at one point."

>>126508
Dinner!

Brom 2010/02/06(Sat)16:07 No. 126572 ID: f98e0b
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>>126563
"Dinner!" announces Nessie, entering the room. "Sort of. It was at one point."

"You made dinner?" asks Oren.
"Yeah only then Deborah Holeman called and there was a problem with Erza her boyfriend because he heard she was cheating with Eliot Papp..."
"Smelly Eli?"
"With the lazy eye, yeah, and so he shows up at her place with an axe so I had to go down there and I forgot to take the turkey out of the oven so when I got back it was burned all over and so I had to sort of extinguish it and I was thinking maybe we should just have pizza instead? Or something?"

"Is Deb okay?" asks Oren.
"Yeah. Erza's fine too, except his nose. I broke it when I brought him in."
"Good work," says Oren. "Pizza is fine."

>>126572

D'aww... He's beat. Help him into a chair and then order the pizza. He can tell you all about the mission when you sit with him.

Or on him. Your choice.

Brom 2010/02/06(Sat)17:25 No. 126661 ID: f98e0b
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The pizza gets there about twenty minutes later, and they clear the shiny stuff off the table. They shoot the shit for a while about Anchorturn. Oren does his best Angry Blejwas impression, which sends soda up Nessie's nose, and she tells him about what happened when she and Grease got an idea yesterday to try and hook up a nitro tank to the police cart and about scraping the bird guts off the windshield once it came back down.

"So," says Nessie, swallowing another bite. "What do you want to do after dinner?"
"Dunno. What do you want to do?" asks Oren.
"I converted the firing range into a racquetball court while you were out on account of the fact that I don't use bows. We can play a few rounds."
"And then we can move the targets back inside," says Oren.
"Aw. Fine," says Nessie. "What about after that? We need to talk about the cash you made and what we're gonna do with it. Also, to be frank, I've been waiting to screw you since about an hour after you left."
"Well, if there's one thing we out in the country need to learn from the big city," says Oren, "it's about mixing business with pleasure."

I think it's been a while since you made love
Not a quickie fuck
But just a solid tender intimate passionate hot lovemaking sessions several hours worth.

Fuck while playing racquetball.

>>126672
Yes. do this.

Brom 2010/02/06(Sat)18:44 No. 126800 ID: f98e0b
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>>126672
>>126728
Squires is up to the idea, but Oren's pretty sure neither of them are that flexible, and as sexy as it sounds the floor is cold as hell.
>>126667
This seems like a better idea.

After an hour or so of playing they can't resist each other any more and book it to the bedroom. Squires has shoved two of the beds together so they'll have more room.

"Glad you're better at this than you are at playing racquetball, Sheriff," says Squires.
"I keep telling you that spiking the ball into the other player isn't a way to score points." says Oren.
"And I keep telling you that we were playing by Furlesian rules," says Squires. "So. How much did Allen pay you, anyway?"

Oren tells her.
"Oh, wow." she says. "That's, um. That's a lot. Any idea on what we're going to spend all that money on?"
Oren thinks. They have enough cash to get pretty much whatever they want for the Authority station, within reason.

This is a much more fun game.

Brom 2010/02/06(Sat)19:12 No. 126832 ID: f98e0b
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>>126808
Yeah.

"I think we should probably not spend everything all at once," says Oren. "Maybe just a few renovations or some new equipment or something and keep the rest just in case."

"Well what -eek- did you have in mind?" asks Nessie, turning around for a moment. "You can speed up, by the way, Oren. Don't think you have to take it slow on my account."

"Let's see. We -ah- could always use more weapons, maybe better living quarters than what we've got now. We could get better armor," says Oren. "Or maybe we could pay Grease to soup up the cart a little while he's repairing it."
"Boring. I -unf- think we should get a landskiff. Like Arbock's. Travel across the wastes in style."
"Those things are expensive as hell, Nessie." says Oren.

>>126832
Quit talkin' business and shag her silly, you fool.

Brom 2010/02/06(Sat)19:45 No. 126876 ID: f98e0b
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"Don't see you coming up with any more fun ideas," says Nessie. "You solved the case. With flying colors. We have toooooh celebrate"

"Va problem wiv vat cafe..." says Oren, then stops nibbling Nessie's ear. "The problem with that case is that I didn't get anything on Blejwas. I don't get it. He was crooked as hell. There should have been something. Anything. Some kind of dirt on him. I didn't find nothing. I don't get it."

"You're worrying too much," says Nessie. "Sure, by all accounts the guy was a bastard, but there isn't much he can do to you now. Get back on the ear, that felt good."

"I'm not fo fure," says Oren. "He haf a lot of power back in Anphorturn. What if he trief fomefing? I fouldn't have been fo antagoniftic."

Brom 2010/02/06(Sat)19:46 No. 126877 ID: f98e0b
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>>126855
“Sheriff,” says Nessie, pushing him over and pouncing on top of him, “while I find this whole ‘business while sexing’ thing fairly cute, I have to say it seems to me like you’re worrying too much. Now quit talking business and shag me silly.”

“Maybe you’re right,” says Oren as she bounces on top of him. “It’s just I feel like it should have been, hell, I don’t know, better. I just-Could you do that thing with the hips?”

“What, this?” asks Nessie, shaking her ass and sending lightning up Oren’s spine. “Look. Oren. I think I learned something today while I was putting out dinner. Life –ah- is never as perfect –oh- as you’re gonna hope it is. If you –mmn- kick back and learn to enjoy it, it can still be pretty damn good.”

Make her vagina ejaculate vagina liquids from her vagina.

Brom 2010/02/06(Sat)19:56 No. 126904 ID: f98e0b
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"A philosophy to live by, I'm sure," says Oren, clutching at Nessie's hips, driving them closer together. "Wish I could think like tha- Nessie? I feel- I'm..."

"No hey not yet one second I'm almost there stall it" says Nessie.

"Ummm my mom on a cold day my mom on a cold day 2 4 8 16 32 64 128 A B C D E effffffffffff"
Oren can't hold on anymore. He finishes as he feels the muscles in Nessie's hips and thighs spasm and he grabs her side and her hand and holds on for dear life and she throws her head back and howls, just belts one, nearly pops one of Oren's eardrums.

>>126877
That's better.

Now grab her and slam her up against the wall, and fuck like mutated rabbits with a third eye on their forehead.

Brom 2010/02/06(Sat)20:07 No. 126913 ID: f98e0b
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They lie there for a while, breathing.

Brom 2010/02/06(Sat)20:07 No. 126914 ID: f98e0b
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"We just came at the same time," says Nessie.

>>126914
High-five!

Brom 2010/02/06(Sat)20:09 No. 126917 ID: f98e0b
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"Kaboom," says Oren.

>>126914
Say "Yes, achievement unlocked! Dueling Orgasms!"

>>126917
OR FIST BUMP I GUESS THAT WORKS TOO

Brom 2010/02/06(Sat)20:18 No. 126937 ID: f98e0b
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"There's a lot to do tomorrow," says Oren. "Paperwork to fill out about Allen's payment. Plus we need to figure out just what to do with the damn paycheck."
"I wouldn't call shopping for things work, Sheriff. Anyway. Tomorrow is tomorrow. Tonight's ours."
"Amen. Round two?"
"Furlesian rules."
"Fuck you."

It's good to be home.