With a New Face of Failure

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P.O.V. of Clemine

The bed was cold and stiffening. Ugh I hate jail. I sit up, holding my back that was in pain from the hard cement. I look over at Thomas who was passed out. I groan and lean back onto my board. "Thomas." I whisper.

No response.

"Thomas damn it!" I throw a shoe at his leg.

"What?!" He hissed and then looked around. "What the fuck? How are we in jail? Did I do something? I'm so sorry Clemine." 

"No, it was my fault this time. I was driving under the influence." I laid down as we talked.

"Clemine, you should have called a cab! Where is the car? You know it's a company car!" 

I sat up and threw my other shoe at him. "You told me to just fucking drive the car! I told you we should just call a cab! But nooo! You just wanted me to drive!" I hissed, angrily.

"Don't you know you shouldn't listen to me when I'm drunk?" He sat up, holding his head. Hangover. "When can we get out of here? Our bosses aren't going to be too happy that we're in jail."

"I'll ask." I growl. getting up and walk to the bars. "Excuse me." I say sweetly to the guard at his desk.

"What?" He says, not looking at me, but reading papers on his desk.

"Can we get out of here now? I have a meeting to go to in like a couple of hours." I leaned on the bars.

"I don't know. Maybe." He shrugged, probably hearing this all the time. I was now irritated. I have a headache and I am going to lose my job and Thomas is now... throwing up. I can smell the puke and hear his gags. 

"Clemine." He groaned. "I don't feel too hot at the moment."

"I noticed." I sighed at look at him, still holding the bars. He was half leaning over the bed, puking. "Oh God." I turned back to the guard. "Please let me out." I whimpered. "I have a job to go to." 

"Cool. Don't really care, actually." He continued to flip through the papers.

"What can I do to for you to let me out?" I sighed. 

"I'm married." He held up his ring. "With kids."

"I'm not talking about that. I mean like money wise."

"Bribing a police-"

"No. Not bribing, is there a fee I need to pay?" 

"Yeah, but you have to go to court."

"To court?!" I cried.

"Yeah... Have you not seen the shows with police?" He finally looked at me. He doesn't look like a man that could be married or have a job like this. He looks like a trained heart breaker.

"But you have to understand. I never been to court. I'm good." I plead.

"Maybe we can let you out by you paying a fee. I don't know, I'm new." He shrugged. "You have to ask the guy that put you in here." 

"Ugh... Can I get a call? I know people can get a free call."

"Yeah, I guess. One." He searched for the keys on his desk and let me out. "Don't do anything stupid."

"I don't have time for that." He guided me to the phone and leaned against the wall facing me. "Go!" I waved him off. "At least give me privacy?" 

"Fine." He walked off to his desk, but watched at me. 

Kyle or the manager? Maybe Thomas can call the manager... Is he even sober enough? I pressed the numbers and dialed, the beep continued.