Posted Thu Jul 6, 2017 | 285 Words | Tagged story chav

The team of coppers arrived at the council house to investigate a gang causing a commotion locally. They were all in riot gear ready to burst in and find out what was going on, a last resort. They expected thugs, or typical youths who thought they ran the place to be inside.

Instead, they found nothing.

The place looked lived in, but there was no signs of anyone who lived there. Even the small electric fire was tired on. But looking around they found no clues to anyone living in the place.

Relieved in a way their job was done, the four man crew sat down in the sofa in their riot gear. Surprisingly the tatty cheap sofa was comfortable and made them feel incredibly relaxed. Something bugged them, as though a slight buzzing sound but they could make it out.

Feeling incredibly comfortable they soon all fell asleep. As they slept the smell of lager started to sweep through the house, the riot gear melting away into empty cans, drop by drop. Each can that dropped shot the alcohol into the officer, helping them relax and forget about their duties, what they were there, and their ambitions.

Once they had became passed out drunk from the cans, their uniform softened to allow them to get more comfortable as it changed into their usual gear. Their attitudes changing, getting more cocky and loud.

They woke up with a hangover but when they found the abandoned cop car outside they had a laugh messing around with it. They loved having a bit of fun. 

After that they went round for some more cans for tonight’s party, even seeing what birds they could get to join them.