An inspector calls modern police au [ Inspector Goole x reader ]

chap 11

NO ONES POINT OF VIEW

Y/N hollers "COOLE WAKEY WAKEY".
He doesn't move a single muscle.

I grab the two cymbals conveniently placed in the kitchen sink and slams them into his skull?

Damn, she thought, still didn't wake up.

"AH HA" You know exactly what to do.
You reach for the blue granade in your pocket.

"THIS WILL WAKE HIM UP"

She grasps the pin between her tooth, and pulls.

She WHANGS The bomb towards coole's being and takes cover back inside the microwave.

IT EXPLODES, CONFETTI FLYING EVERYWHERE.
A MINI DISCO BALL APPEARS ABOVE COOLE AS HIS LIMP FIGURE LEVITATES AND STARTS TO BOOGIE INTENSELY.

"A BOOGIE BOMB?"

Coole continues to dance, still unconscious. Something about this is quite eerie.

His eyes begin to flutter, as he slowly comes back to life.

COOLE POV

I Awaken to the strange sensation of dancing? Am I ? Throwing it back?

Coole throws it back uncontrollably, he almost snaps his spine.

All this happens whilst living da vida loca by Ricky Martin plays at an unimaginable volume.

COOLE SINGS
While throwing it back to every single word

"She's into superstitions
Black cats and voodoo dolls
I feel a premonition
That girl's gonna make me fall

She's into new sensations
New kicks in the candlelight
She's got a new addiction
For every day and night

She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain
She'll make you live her crazy life, but she'll take away your pain
Like a bullet to your brain, come on!

Upside, inside out
She's livin' la vida loca
She'll push and pull you down
Livin' la vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skin's the color mocha
She will wear you out
Livin' la vida loca (Come on!)
Livin' la vida loca (Come on!)
She's livin' la vida loca

Woke up in New York city in a funky cheap hotel
She took my heart and she took my money
She must've slipped me a sleeping pill

She never drinks the water, makes you order French champagne
Once you've had a taste of her, you'll never be the same
Yeah, she'll make you go insane (Come on!)

Upside, inside out
She's livin' la vida loca
She'll push and pull you down
Livin' la vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skin's the color mocha
She will wear you out
Livin' la vida loca (Come on!)
She's livin' la vida loca (Come on!)
She's livin' la vida loca

She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain
She'll make you live her crazy life, but she'll take away your pain
Like a bullet to your brain (Come on!)

Upside, inside out
She's livin' la vida loca
She'll push and pull you down
Livin' la vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skin's the color mocha
She will wear you out
Livin' la vida loca (Come on!)
Upside, inside out
She's livin la vida loca
She'll push and pull you down
Livin' la vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skin's the color mocha
She will wear you out
Livin' la vida loca (Come on!)
She's livin' la vida loca (Come on!)
She's livin' la vida loca (Come on!)

(Come on!)
La vida loca
La vida loca
La vi"

As the song draws to a close, Y/N opens her mouth "Woah Cooles thrown it back 369 times, thats every word?!"

Iets hope his back hasn't sustained too much damage.

Y/n clambers out of the microwave and stands infront of Coole.

Exhausted from such vigorous back throwing, Coole is dripping.

Your POV

Coole is dripping EVERYWHERE.
Its kinda hot, He/she thinks to herself/himself.

He staggers towards her with his Disheveled clothing and makes eye contact.

He licks his lips.

Your heartrate picks up pace, and you take a step back unsure of what is about to happen.

He takes yet another stride towards your body.

But oh no?! What is this?

Coole plummets to the floor!
He slipped on something?

Landing in something wet and sticky.

Coole looks back to see what obstruction his feet had collided with. A gogo crazy bone? "Wait what?!"... where did that come from?

Laying there in his own puddle of viscous sweat, he peels him self off of the floor and dashes towards your frail being.

An: Things are going to get spicy  ;))