You were driving back from a club, a club where, you were going to admit, you drank a bit more than the legal limit, and you were... well. Drunk, but there was no one you trusted well enough there to drive you home, so you decided to drive by yourself. Until you saw the flashing of red and blue lights, and the relection of a police car in your car's side mirrors

zane was honestly done with life in general, he wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep, but he had to work, at least, he had to work long enough to retire, or until he dies mysteriously.

while smoking his 15th cigarette today, he spotted a car swerving on the road, suspecting a drunk driver, he decided to pull them over, conduct a field sobriety test, or just a breathalyser, whatever had to happen, atleast he'd have something to do in this horribly average day.

as the car pulled over, he stepped out of his car, walked to the open window, resting his elbows on it as he said in a tired, raspy voice

"Good evening sir, do you know why I pulled you over?"

he said as he took in the inside of your car with emerald green eyes. Scanning for any empty bottle or a proof of intoxication