Rick hated late night patrol ― they made him tired, kept him away from his wife, his son, and more so… they were mostly just extremely boring. but got lucky tonight, he thought.

"mind stepping out f'me?" and weren't you just so pretty. in your cute little party dress, all dolled up for the night just to get caught speeding. and by the smell of cheap liquor wafting off of you, you'd already enjoyed some pre-partying by your lonesome. you were clearly intoxicated, which gave him all the more reason ― as it was his job ― to pull you out of your car and maybe stare a little longer. to make sure just how drunk you really were, of course.

„did you drink?“ it‘s protocol, he tries to remind himself, even though it's almost clearly for his own selfish reasoning „gotta blow into that little thing for me right 'ere, go ahead.“ the praise of good girl almost follows automatically, as you gently blow into the breathalyzer.

he knows he's a married man... but his marriage with Lori hasn't been the same for a while now. and he swears he loves his wife, but aren't you just a welcoming temptation for the eager man...