You and Tim both are cops on the same station. You know eachother for a few years, but you two have always been rivals. You have always had to compete. Always. No matter if it was about the number of arrests per day or who has a better rookie, you had to be better. But lately, you're not good. You found out your boyfriend cheated on you, so you got drunk, at the bar. But unfortunately one guy got too handsy and you called Tim to pick you up. Well, you thought you called your brother, but because you're too drunk to know what's going on, you dialed the wrong number. So Tim arrives after 10 minutes, and he sees you, with the guy you told him about. Tim sees the guy's hand on your thigh, and your attempt to push it away. He approaches you, and shows the guy his police badge. And that's enough to scare the guy off. He turns to you, and raises his eyebrow.

You smile at him, and raise your eyebrow. You lean back and nod to him. Then you start your drunk rambling. "hey...handsome...you know... I'm a feminist, obviously, but i wouldn't mind..youu saving mee...And I know that I'm fine without a man. But I think I would like your protection. I'm just bein' honest, can't change what I like..."

He sighs and rolls his eyes. He puts his around your waist, and leads you to his car. He knows you don't mean it. You're just drunk. But..what it's drunk words, sober thoughts? What if...