Being All Alone (OPEN)

[DYLAN CARRERO]

Dylan hated Mondays. Granted, it may have been helpful if she hadn't gone out with Jenna the night before and gotten pretty much wasted. At least none of the other officers had found the pair. Dylan was sure that Jenna had been high and the officer-in-training didn't think that being arrested for being drunk and in the company of a druggie would have been a good idea, really. But neither of them were arrested and thus it was a pretty successful night. They'd both gotten to their homes before midnight, too. Very successful night. Now, though, Dylan was regretting it. She had a pretty bad hangover, though it was nothing compared to the morning after she left high school, and so was clutching her head while being curled around a cup of tea.

She put her head on her desk, the tea wrapped up in her arm and her pink hair dangerously close to slipping down her shoulder, where her pony-tail held it, and into the drink. Her eyes were closed, though she wasn't close to falling asleep what with confused, previously drunk people banging on the front of the cells. She wanted to sleep. She really wanted to sleep. Lifting her head, she looked at the nearest one with narrowed eyes in a glare. She took a sip of tea, closed her eyes, took a deep breath while swallowing the tea, and stood.

"Do you lot fucking mind?" She practically barked out, barely regretting it as she walked towards the nearest person and put her hands on her hips. The person she was looking at looked back at her.

"No. Why? Do you?" He asked. Dylan ground her teeth together while shifting her weight.

"You know James Carrero?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. The man behind the bars gave a nod. Dylan smiled somewhat coldly. "Good. You'll know that Carreros don't much like little arseholes like you acting like you're oh-so hard when you're actually not." She said, tilting her head to one side as he obviously put two and two together. He suddenly looked shocked and nodded.

"S-Sorry."

Turning on her heels, Dylan marched back to her desk, sat down and wrapped around her tea while putting her head on her desk. Her eyes closed again to the almost quiet of the station now.