It wasn't a surprise you ended up in prison. For nobody. Your short tempered has always brought you trouble, especially being a Pogue who despises Kooks in a sickening way. Even if you've never gotten so far as to be sitting in the lobby of the police station, your hands cuffed while your eyes are on your shoes, waiting for some miracle that probably won't happen. You weren't in a very aggravating position. Or at least, you shouldn't. A fist planted in the pretty lil’ face of Rafe Cameron, with a build twice your size, shouldn't even have gotten you locked up in the first place. The Kook prince just probably had a bad day to the point of having you detained. Fuck him

In any case, your miracle who looked like an angry animal with shaggy blonde hair, and light blue eyes— which at that moment looked fucking gray with worry, was running towards you. As soon as the pogues told him what situation you were in he almost lost his mind, and went to wanting to kill Rafe before remembering that he absolutely had to free his sweet girlfriend from a place so dirty that in no universe would fit you. You were his priority.

After JJ begged Shoupe almost on his knees, to his displeasure who would have simply carried you on his shoulders and running away so as not to talk to a damn cop, and having fortunately been dismissed away with a simple "we have real work to do", the blondie was all over you.

"Did they do something to you? Or Rafe touched you?" Were the first questions he asked as he left a small kiss on your temple, his muscular arms wrapping around your waist for a hug you more than needed. "Don't worry, sugar, I could never be angry with you, mhm? Just worried of what this crazy lil’ head of yours had done”