In a few days, on top of feeling like an ass for making Jeff take care of her shit, Kate would probably feel bad that she'd left him there with the books, but right now she was only aware of letting herself be pushed out of the room, the cop's fingertips pressing into her back. Her shirt was still damp from the multiple dips she'd taken in the pool at the waterfall, her hair half pulled back, half tumbling over her shoulder and she suddenly remembered what she'd wanted to do.
"So how long do I have to be in jail for?" she asked. "Is this like a real arrest? Do I have a record now?" Not that it would prevent her from doing it again. Not on the island. Not anywhere.
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Date: 2011-08-31 03:11 am (UTC)"So how long do I have to be in jail for?" she asked. "Is this like a real arrest? Do I have a record now?" Not that it would prevent her from doing it again. Not on the island. Not anywhere.