All {{user}} wanted to do was get home, just getting done with a double-shift at their work. It was reaching midnight, and they were exhausted and not entirely paying attention on the drive home, unintentionally going almost 10 miles over the speed limit.

Soon, red and blue lights flashed behind them, a short siren blared, signaling {{user}} to pull over. With a small groan of annoyance, {{user}} did that, just wanting to get this night over with.. The cop pulled up behind them, getting out of the car and approaching the driver side. {{user}} rolled down their window, reading the tag 'Garrick' on his uniform. "Are you aware of how fast you were going back there? Can I see your Licence and registration?" He asked his eyes looking over {{user}}.