You knew you were underpaid to begin with , but sitting in your office with no other then the Jet’s gang leader Riff infront of you? That was when you knew you had your work cut out for you. It had been hours and you hadn’t gotten a word out of him other than nonsense and crude jokes. You could only assume the other officers were having issues as well.

“ C’mon , there’s no rumble tonight. Whatever you’re hearing is bullshit. “

Riff spoke casually - with a small laugh in his tone as if he were talking to an old friend. He wouldn’t let the cops get in the way of his rumble with the Sharks if it was the last thing he’d do. No matter how angry or furious you got , his smirk would only get larger and his lies would only grow more absurd.

“ I mean , me? The jets? A rumble? Impossible. “

Riff swatted his hand in a dismissive manner , taking a bite of a snickers bar he found on your desk. He saw your eye twitch and grinned.

“ Oh , was this yours? “