Accidents
“Sonny, it’s okay. It was just an accident! You’re still a kid, so as long as you say sorry and try to fix it, any accident can be undone.”
“But- I was just trying to-”
“It doesn’t matter what you were trying to do. There’s no need to be led astray over a little mistake. Like I said, just apologize and it’ll be fine.”
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He’s standing in the entryway to a club, someone’s club. With a name on it he’s trying not to read. Other officers were with him, when he stepped into the scene, a cadet greeted him, “Officier Brisko! You’re up early.” Yeah, he is.
The cop car he drove was soaked just like his umbrella was, it’s raining cats and dogs… That’s a cool line, maybe he can use it.
“Brisko. It’s raining cats and dogs out here.” Goddamnit. Sonny craned his head to see the captain walking over, probably having just finished ordering someone to file all the boring paperwork. The captain patted him on the back. “I’ll let’cha handle everything here going forward, think you can handle it?”
“Yes sir.” Sonny lazily nodded
“Good! I’ve got business to attend to elsewhere.” The boss grabbed an umbrella and disappeared. Not his problem.
The blonde man fixed his uniform, the vest was overkill for this, the letters on it lacked the VSF mark, instead bearing the name of the precinct, VSF doesn’t exist yet, not in this part of time. He pushed open the wide doors of the club, the music he grew accustomed wasn’t playing, in fact it was almost silent, save for the footsteps of officers, confused partygoers, and the distinct boot-clack of someone who is very annoyed. The man he didn’t want to face, but he had to, he has to own up to his mistakes.
“Sonny Brisko, What the FUCK.”
“Hi.”
The DJ was tucked away backstage, he sat on an amp while he repeatedly ran his hands through his indigo hair, Sonny stood still as the stressed-looking singer tugged on the ends of his hair where the blue was a little lighter. Yugo looked up and stared down the officer, his sharp eyes looking even sharper than usual.
“How the hell… did this happen man.” Yugo breathed, suddenly looking so exhausted.
Sonny stared to the ground for help, there really isn’t a better way to say this. “Yugo. It was… An accident.”
“An accident, huh? I’ve got my club raided on accident?”
“Yugo, I was following a lead, and it incidentally led… me… here.” He tried not to give too many details, Yugo’s still a civilian, a special one.
“What kind of lead, my music too good, gotta shut me down.”
A dry chuckle escaped Sonny’s mouth, Yugo’s snark was not helping his situation.
“We found out there were drugs being distributed in the local area, which I followed some reports and things happened and I gave the information that there was a club, and that club was where the drugs were being… sold. And the drugs were, uh, y’know.”
“I don’t know”
“... Crack, like cocaine.”
Yugo stared at him for a bit, blinking his eyes once then twice, before he started to giggle, then chortle, and began laughing like a madman.
“Yugo?! Are- Are you okay?”
“That’s it?!” the DJ said in between his laughter
“I- Yes? I guess?”
“If it was a murder, I’d be actually worried! I don’t want blood on my stage floor y’know?”
“It- It doesn’t worry you, that drugs are being sold here??”
“Pshhaawww, I’ll just find the guy and beat them up.”
“You’re telling me you had no idea?”
“I’m just a DJ, man. I drink, but drugs are BIG no-no.”
“That’s… a relief.”
Sonny grabbed a chair and dragged it back to Yugo, setting it beside the DJ and reclining back on it.
“I thought you’d be in trouble.”
“I always get in trouble though.”
Sonny snorted, “Big trouble, jail trouble.”
“I always get in jail tr-”
“Shuddaup.”
Sonny heard the metal click of something and his eyes widened to the sight of a lighter, and a cigarette between Yugo’s lips. “Hey, I thought I told you to quit.”
“Ayo, I only do it when I’m stressed, okay? I just had my shit messed with, y’know.”
“That’s… fine, I guess.”
“Hey Sonny.” The way Yugo says his name, it always caught his attention, more than anyone else saying it ever did. “What would you have done, if it was me?”
“You what.”
“Selling, smoking, doing, ha. The Crack.”
Sonny stopped to think, “Uh, I would have… tried to see how I can… delay…”
“You would’ve messed with evidence!”
“Not exactly but-!”
“Aren’t you a police officer? Wooooow, a corrupt cop. Just like a bad guy in a movie.”
“Why’d you even ask??”
“Ha! Just For fun.” Yugo brought the cig back to his mouth and inhaled deep. “Want some, Mr. corrupt cop?”
He considered declining, but inevitably took the smoking cigarette, he copied Yugo’s moves and sucked in. It was great until he started coughing and wheezing, the future-officer waved the smoke out of his face, handing the cig back to the DJ.
“Maybe you’re not a corrupt cop then, hahh.”