Under Suppression

Shampoo, Shampooing, Shampooed

Song for the chapter just cuz lol ^

"Go fucking fish, bitch!"

I watched Joel's jaw set, biting his tongue against Aaron's remarks and leaned forward to grab a card from the pile on the table.

"You better watch yourself, Jacobs-"

"Watch this, Serg. Jenkins, you got a 4 of diamonds?" He turned to me with a knowing smirk, leaning back in his roller chair with such confidence, it took everything in me not to smack the shit out of him right then and there.

I'm having homicidal ideations.

I rolled my eyes, flicking him the card from my deck, and he slammed his last one on the table happily.

"GET WRECKED!!" He aggressively jumped from his seat, dancing around like a child, and I shoved myself up from my seat, mumbling silent threats under my breath. "How do you like me now, Y/n? Feeling a little sore?" He mocked in a baby-voice, taking just a small step too close, and if it wasn't for Joel who tugged him back, I woulda let him have it.

"You getting off probation is the worst thing that's ever happened to this department," Eric muttered, finally contributing something that I could agree with.

"All in favor of assigning dish detail to the winner?" Joel raised a hand to which Eric and I reciprocated immediately. All while Aaron dropped his jaw, scanning the room with a look of betrayal. "What?!? Since when?!"

The tones soon went off, cutting off our bickering, and I took a sip of my water before putting the glass in the sink.

*Dispatch to Squad 1, Engine 1, respond to 1385 Copper Lane for a 32 year old male, fall with injuries.*

"32 year old? Really? Grow a pair and shake it off man," I bitched before flipping the finger to Aaron. "It's all your fault, Aaron."

"WHAT?!"

God, it's fun to tease him..

"Aaron probably pushed him," Joel chuckled and I let out a loud laugh as we all walked to the bay.

"You guys are bullies. You know that?"

"Nah, I say 'bring back bullying.' You kids have it easy now-a-days. Back in my day, if you fucked up, you'd get a good smack for it and nobody would bat an eye. Now y'all are crying that it's abuse" our beloved driver remarked, opening his big fat fucking mouth again.

Eric, you were doing so well. Yet , here you are again. Saying some stupid shit.

"Eric, shut the fuck up. I bet you still kiss your mother on the lips, you lil' bitch," Joel shut us all up, hopping inside the engine, and we all followed suit. I had to hold my breath to stop the obnoxious laugh that was dying to burst from my chest.

Aaron drove us to the address, leading the engine, and I managed to go the entire ride without harassing him. Had to give the kid a break.

"1381... 1385! Right here.."

*Dispatch, Squad 1, Engine 1, on scene.*

*10-4*

I jumped out of the truck and pulled the trauma bag from the rear compartment before approaching the door and giving a few knocks.

"Fire department!"

The door was soon opened by a woman who pointed to the bathroom down the hall, trying her best to explain the situation through broken english. I followed her through the house until we reached the bathroom where a man was laying on his side in the bath tub with only a t-shirt on.