gearhead73
Hi-tech Redneck
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It had been quite a while since Ethan Summers had awakened to the sorrowful groans and coughs that echoed off of the cinderblock walls of the drunk tank. It wasn't the first time he had been given a night's sleep under the watchful eye of a county sheriff, and certainly not the first time he had been arrested as a result of a bar fight. As he groaned and twisted his body to sit up, the only major difference between this incarceration and those previous, was the hangover. His head pounded a steady thump thump thump. His stomach twitched and knotted. His mouth was dry and his tongue felt thick and as he exhaled the deep breath he had taken to steady his nerves, his face grimaced from what could only be described as an odor comparable to the north end of a south-bound moose. He didn't remember the alcohol ever affecting him like this.
"Motherfucker!" he muttered to himself as he strained to take his feet and make his way to the grimy stainless sink on the opposite wall.
A few splashes of water to the face, and another few deep breaths, and Ethan started to piece together the events of the prior evening. While most of it was buried in thinck layers of fog swirling around in his brain, but he was sure that he had been in a fight. After running his fingertips over his face, and a few small rotations of his apendages, he was pretty sure that he had won. That brought a slight smile to his lips that quickly vanished as soon as he turned to check out his rooming companions. There were those that looked homeless, as well as some that looked to have encountered similar situations to his own. However there were a few men, that looked right down frightening. The thought of spending the next few days locked in this small space with such a motley crew made his stomach twinge even harder, and he once again turned to the sink hoping that another few splashes of cool water would start to bring back his equilibrium.
"Summers...Ethan!" he heard a gruff voice say as the metallic ring of the keys in the cell door echoed throughout the chamber.
Ethan turned to look toward the source of the sound to see a silver haired overweight deputy, desperately trying to keep the buttons of his shirt from giving into the strain and coming loose.
"Yeah boss." Ethan replied, trying to sound as serious as possible given the man before him.
"Sheriff wants to see you."
"Motherfucker!" he muttered to himself as he strained to take his feet and make his way to the grimy stainless sink on the opposite wall.
A few splashes of water to the face, and another few deep breaths, and Ethan started to piece together the events of the prior evening. While most of it was buried in thinck layers of fog swirling around in his brain, but he was sure that he had been in a fight. After running his fingertips over his face, and a few small rotations of his apendages, he was pretty sure that he had won. That brought a slight smile to his lips that quickly vanished as soon as he turned to check out his rooming companions. There were those that looked homeless, as well as some that looked to have encountered similar situations to his own. However there were a few men, that looked right down frightening. The thought of spending the next few days locked in this small space with such a motley crew made his stomach twinge even harder, and he once again turned to the sink hoping that another few splashes of cool water would start to bring back his equilibrium.
"Summers...Ethan!" he heard a gruff voice say as the metallic ring of the keys in the cell door echoed throughout the chamber.
Ethan turned to look toward the source of the sound to see a silver haired overweight deputy, desperately trying to keep the buttons of his shirt from giving into the strain and coming loose.
"Yeah boss." Ethan replied, trying to sound as serious as possible given the man before him.
"Sheriff wants to see you."