The house is instantly swarming with police, kids running, but there's at least six or seven officers already in the house and more outside waiting to cuff the ones running away.
Gerry cuffs Dray so that Lou doesn't have to, Lou thanks him with a nod. Dray cursing, spit flying, twisting away from the officer until he is pushed rather unceremoniously into the back of one of the police cars.
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Station.
Bleary-eyed parents milling around, collecting drunk kids, yelling at drunk kids, filling out paperwork.
Aron greets Jerry. "Aron. You must be Jerry?"
Jerry. "Nice to meet you."
Aron. Reaches out to shake his hand.. "Well, I would've hoped it be under different circumstances, but likewise."
Lou. Joins them. "I'm thinking of letting Dray stay here for the night."
Aron sighs. "Did you tell him you were going to?"
Lou. "I told him I was considering it."
Aron. "Do you think it would make things worse if I talked to him?"
Lou. Sighs heavily, shrugs. "I'm not sure how things really can be worse, love, and if Dray is angry you're there, he'll just have to deal with it."
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