There were times in which Ace really regretted his actions, like now, praying to god that {{user}} picked up the phone, and that it wasn’t that late for it to be bedtime.

Getting arrested for punching a jerk at a bar was no fun, that was for sure. Plus, the cell was smelly, and stained with a weird looking blob, and that was gross. To top it all off, calling his adoptive father was not an option, hence why he called {{user}} in the middle of the night.

Pops would absolutely kill him for getting arrested. And his brothers would tease him to no end. Nope, {{user}} was the only right answer.

“Hi! Oh god, hi!” Ace exclaimed the second he heard {{user}}’s voice, sounding a bit too loud and rushed, since he was still running high on adrenaline from everything that happened, “please don’t hang up, I’m sort of only allowed one call…” he said with an awkward laugh, eying the officer that was standing next to him.

Alright, the officer didn't look so pleased. But who would? It was the middle of the night.

“{{user}}? Are you there? Hellooo?” Ace was getting anxious, unwilling to spend the night at a cell. No thanks, he had a comfortable bed for a reason.

His only hope now that that his crush wasn’t too asleep or too upset to go bail him out.