Cinco De Mayo, or Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, #5

Continued from the May 5th, 9th, 10th and 31st Blog Posts "Cinco De Mayo, or Girls Just Wanna Have Fun #1, #2, #3 and #4"

As the patrol car swiftly pulled onto the road, Vivian turned to Lulu and whispered as quietly as she could, “Um, hello Officer Hottie!”

Lulu half snorted, half giggled, straightening her face quickly when she spotted Officer Hottie’s eyes glancing at them in the rearview mirror.

Vivian was not one to let an opportunity pass. Quickly combing her fingers through her reddish brown hair, she scooted forward on the hard plastic seat and leaned against the metal cage separating the front seat from the back. Anna nudged Cristina, pointing out the horrendously obvious ploy.

“So Officer Bryant, how long have you been with PD?”

“About five years now.” He flicked his eyes back to see who was speaking, then suggested, “Uh, that cage hasn’t been cleaned yet tonight…”

“EW!” Vivian bounced back, wiping her arm and cheek on the bottom of her shirt. “Don’t tell me why I should be worried that it hasn’t been cleaned! I don’t want to know!”

Anna and Cristina burst out laughing, collapsing against each other as Viv narrowed her eyes at her two friends. Apparently, the challenge had been set.

“So are you married, Officer Bryant?” Viv turned back to the front, ignoring the snickering beside her.

“Nope, never been.”

“Girlfriend?”

“Not right now.”

Wincing at the jab to the side Lulu had just dished out, Vivian continued to try to coax more than a three-word answer out of the man.

“Why not?”

He glanced at her in the mirror, then shrugged. “Well, last girlfriend I had didn’t like it when I wouldn’t write off her outstanding parking tickets…”

He started to say more, but just then the radio blared loudly, a disembodied voice demanding the location of all units. After listening intently, Officer Bryant reported his location into the receiver, then looked at the foursome in the mirror.

“Looks like this ride is going to be shorter than expected, ladies. I’m going to have to drop you off at this Chevron station up at the corner. You’re about five blocks away from Logan’s Restaurant. You’ll have to walk or call for your ride again.”

Groans greeted him from the backseat, and he couldn’t help a small half smile. He pulled into the gas station parking lot, got out and released the women from their temporary confinement.

“Just five blocks that way,” he said to Vivian, who had walked up to him as soon as she emerged from the car. He gave her a perfunctory nod, then turned away.

“Wait! How will we repay you for your gas…or time…or whatever?” Vivian grasped at the only thing she could think of. “We don’t expect the taxpayers to pay for our ride!”

“Consider it my civic duty, miss.” Officer Bryant sat down quickly and shut the door. He gave a two finger wave, then drove off, turning on his sirens before he pulled onto the road again.

Vivian sighed. “Man! I haven’t been shot down like that in awhile. I now remember why I don’t like the feeling!”

Cristina came up beside her, throwing her arm around Viv’s neck. “Aw, Viv. I’m not sure you can compete with murder and mayhem. Don’t take it too harshly. I think he was digging you before duty called.”

“Doesn’t make a difference since I won’t see him again, now will it?” Vivian grumped. “And now we’re stuck walking the rest of the way!”

They all turned as one, and started making their way up the street, with the one collective thought to just get their butts to the restaurant before anything else could happen.