where: some police precinct outside of the city who: @staincdvermillion (kian fitzpatrick) & nolan fitzpatrick
Honestly, Nolan was less pissed about the arrest itself and more pissed that Kian had managed to get himself thrown in a goddamn cell two hours outside of town—on his day off, no less. That was the real offense. Still, for as often as his brother worked his last nerve, there wasn’t anything Kian could do that would make Nolan not spring into action. So, the minute the call came in, he grabbed his keys and hit the road south. By the time he arrived, he already had his game face on and the usual song and dance ready to go; loud, irritated, too important to be wasting his time in a station that probably booked one drunk a week. He didn’t even have to try that hard—half the officers looked fresh out of the academy—so, he did what he did best: threw around some legal buzzwords with enough conviction to make it sound like a real potential headache. No probable cause. Potential witness tampering. Clerical inconsistencies. All of it half bullshit, but delivered with the confidence of a man who could sue the entire department before lunch. By the end of it, they were eager to be rid of both brothers and whatever mess they’d dragged in.
“So—assault, huh? Classic.” Nolan muttered, eyes still on the release form as Kian finally emerged. He slid the clipboard his way, tapping where he needed him to sign. “Here. And here.” A beat passed, and a dry sigh escaped him as he checked his watch. “You hungry, lad?” he asked finally, eyes flicking up to meet his brother’s. "'Cause you owe me lunch now, and I'm ready to cash it in."
