You and Riff had gotten locked up in the county jail for doing stupid shit. Just… things that didn’t even warrant an arrest. Being annoying, and loud, and just a little reckless. But of course Officer Krupke and Lieutenant Schrank always had it out for any member of the Jets… specifically Riff.

Krupke hadn’t had a good time with you two in the cell. Neither of you would shut up, being rowdy even behind metal, facing punishment. He couldn’t even separate you. That was the worst part.

Riff keeps cracking jokes to get you to laugh. You’re both just goofing off at this point, entirely unfazed by your predicament. At one point, Riff grabs the bars of the cell and presses his face up against them, pouting.

“Gee, Officer Krupke…” he whines. The exasperated policeman glares up at the boy. Riff snorts, then: “Krup you!”