"Unbind Me"
The whole situation was actually kind of humorous, Terry thought, as he jogged up the steps to the Fontana Jail, the moon and stars hanging overhead in the deep, blue night. He bit his lip to stifle the grin as he imagined how little the bottle blonde would agree with him in this moment. There had been a big, high-end sort of event on the eastern end of town. Businessmen and loan sharks gathered under a dimly lit ceiling in a stucco building just off of a private beach, gleaming blue water that refracted the lights from the house and sky. It had been some sort of Last Hoorah for them, as they were finishing up some sort of deal or merger that he couldn’t be bothered to understand, what with his limited education and lack of interest. He’d attended as the drug guy, donning a suit to fit in with the crowd with his hopes set on perhaps setting up some new partnerships of his own. As the night progresses, coke and liquor cloud everyone’s judgement and memories, and the girls that were paid for entertainment start to be used for a little more than aesthetics. That’s when the cops busted through the door, guns aimed, angry businessmen turning redfaced as their party is shut down.
He probably wouldn’t have seen her barely covered body being pushed into the back of a police car if it hadn’t been for her exclamation of disapproval as one of her heels twisted into the stone path. She snapped at one of the officers, mentioning something about designer this or designer that before the slam of the door silenced her words. The man she’d been…entertaining was also in the cop car, cuffed as well, and looking none to pleased about it. Terry slipped past the hustle and bustle, most of the guests being checked by the pigs for drug usage or, like Sin, the appearance of prostitution. Terry wondered if the cops really cared about putting away women who were fucking to put food on the table, or if they were just having a slow night. It didn’t matter, of course, and as he exited and found his bike, he sped down the dark California road in the direction she was in.
"I’m here for the blonde," he said when he got to the jail, one of the deputies looking at him with the tired sort of disinterest of a man who really had better places to be on a Friday night, or rather, the beginnings of a Saturday. The clock read 2:37am as the deputy asked Terry for further clarification. He rolled his eyes, "The blonde. Great body, big tits, pretty face. Only one like her in here, I’d say." When the deputy mentioned that her bail was seven-hundred, he slid the cash across the table without batting an eye. The deputy, impassive, took the cash and then disappeared into a corridor near the back. When he returned, Tamsin was with him, wearing some sort of sheer black outfit, high heels, and sparkly silver cuffs. The black of her eye-makeup was thicker along the bottom and he couldn’t help but smirking at her as the cop unbound her, telling her she was free to go. She looked confused to see him, but grateful. Slipping an arm around her waist, he led her to the door, tilting his head down to look at her. " What, did you think I’d let you rot in there?"
When they got outside, the slight chill caused by the breeze prompted him to remove his jacket and place it about her shoulders. ” Didn’t realize I’d be bailing out prostitutes today,” he joked, seeing the horrified look of dismay on her face. ” So I only have my bike. But if you behave and don’t scratch the paint with those fucking death-traps you call footwear, I’ll buy you a burger and a shake at the nearest diner. Sound good?” She consented, and he walked her over to his ride, stepping on before she did, watching her take her place with the attention of a hawk. He didn’t think she’d chip the paint, but he wouldn’t count his blessings just yet. Something about the bottle blonde just seemed to spell disaster. She was explaining to him how she wasn’t even really a prostitute, how she’d been paid for her dancing services that night and had gotten carried away with a customer. ” No explanations necessary,” he told her, revving up the engine and looking over his shoulder at her. ” If you’re a disaster, I guess I’m two.”