He was drunk. He was being a royal fucking pain. A disturbance he was sure but -- Well. No matter his excuses for his rowdy behavior, it wasnโt enough of an excuse to get him out of the drunk tank when it came down to it. Heโd been tazed, beaten, handcuffed, you name it. He wasnโt fond of cops despite being friends with quite a few, and he wasnโt fond of being detained.Yet when his scuffle with little robo-cop here, who had already tried to helpย his sorry ass on another occasion, came to a head? When heโd been dropped like a sack of sorry shit on the curbside, he felt a weight simply pinning him into place. Hands on his wrist, an ass pressed against his thighs to try and keep him from kicking his legs...It didnโt stop him from trying. Despite the softness, the stupid pudge that he had, he still had some decent strength as he pushed up against the android, thighโs lifting him just a bit, which only brought their faces closer as his head rolled to the side. Dark oaken gaze wandered with a defiant gleam, but he couldnโt help himself when the smirk came to.โHarrrd tโbe mad at a narc with a cute fuckinโ face...โ Hissing low, he could feel an ache in his spine where heโd finally collided with the ground, a splitting in his skull, a drunken hiccup escaped him, and he pushed against those wrists, hooded eyes locked steady on Richard.ย โHowย โbout insteadโa takinโ me toooo thโ station... Ya take me home with ya instead, huh?โย Thick dark brows waggling, he tried to worm his way out of some stupid charges and that overnight lock up, but this was a damn android. Chances are everything he just said would bounce right off -- but whatever. He was too drunk to care, and flirting would never cease to be fun -- Especially in a position like this.