Footloose || lrh

luke

It was the day of the court and I still couldn't believe why exactly I deserved to be in this position - For listening to music too loud? 

"And why do you think you are above serving your penalty in Saturday school, Mr Hemmings?" The Judge asked me, obviously twisting my words. 

"I don't think I'm above anyone, Sir." I explained, "I was just unaware of the-" 

I was cut off by Wes who jumped from his seat, I could see him trying desperately not to interrupt us this entire time but he must not be able to help himself, "Hey Eddie, He has a job on Saturdays," 

"Wes call me Judge, Please." The Judge sighed, getting fed up with Wes already, they must know each other?, "And take your hat off." 

Wes rolled his eyes as he took his hat off, "Okay Jude Eddie, Can't you show a little mercy here? He played his Music too loud for crying out loud! As loud as we both used to play our music, remember that?" Wes asked, which caused the Judge to crack a small smile. 

He stared at me, then Wes and then the police officer who had given me the ticket in the first place. After thinking for a few moments, he finally spoke up, "This case is suspended, Mr Hemmings you are free to go." The Judge announced as the police officer started an argument about how I shouldn't be getting off so easily. 

I ignored him as I shook the Judge's hand, as Wes practically dragged me out of the place.

"Luke, your lucky. Not everyone has this town on lock down like I do." Wes informed as we jumped into his old pick-up truck. 

"Oh yeah? Well since you and the Judge are so buddy buddy, maybe you can have him explain this whole ban on dancing thing to me. What happened to the separation of Church and State?" I asked, maybe if I asked someone else they could explain this whole thing better. 

"What has Church got to do with any of that?" Wes asked as he started up the truck, beginning on the hour drive back home. 

"Church seems to have everything to do with everything around here. Let me ask you this, If there was a football game on, on a Sunday and you want to buy a beer, can you?" I asked, although I already knew the answer. 

"You can't buy beer on Sundays." Wes said, as if I was stupid or something. 

"And why not?" I continued, knowing that I was going to prove my point. 

"Because of Church." He answered, realising that I was, in fact right.

"You can in Australia." I shrugged, getting in the dig that Australia was one hundred times better than this small town in America, "Why not in Beaumont?" 

"Look, Sunday is God's day. If you wanna drink on God's day you gotta buy the drink on beer's day, which is Saturday." Wes explained in nearly a whisper, as if he shouldn't be telling me this but he is anyways.