Arthur hated walking. A lot. All it did for him at the end of the day was cause his feet to hurt and make him feel more tired than his job made him feel.

Tonight, he had to walk his way from his station to a bar. He got a call in about a disturbance. It's a bar, go figure. Apparently two men were causing a scene of some sort, but the person who called it in wasn't sure what type of scene he was really witnessing.

Arthur finally made it, peeking into the window. And almost instantly regret it.

Two blond men were up on the bar waving their shirts around in the air. Obviously they weren't from around here, judging by how they were yelling and screaming. One in French and one in American.

Arthur sighed to himself. This was going to be an amazing night. He opened the door and walked in, a few people smiling his way. He walked up to the two men and tipped his hat to look up.

"You two mind getting off the bar, please?" He asked, looking at the two.

"Oh, thank Jesus you're here constable! They've been at this for some time now," The bartender said as he walked over to Arthur, motioning to the two dancing on the bar top.

"I see," he breathed out, "Lads, come on, now. Don't make this any harder."

"Who's making anything hard, dude? We're just dancing, man, what harm are we doing?"

"Well, for one, indecent exposure," He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Awh, it's just my chest, dude! Everyone's seen 'em, right?" The blond with glasses said, squatting down to look Arthur in the eye.

Arthur glared at him a bit, "Get now, get dressed and come with me before I'm forced to call in back-up. The bartop isn't a bloody dance floor."

"Is if you make it one!" The man smiled widely, standing up again, "Betcha I could strip more as well!" he announced, going for his belt.

"Alright, get down!" Arthur yelled, as he yanked the man off the bar and to the floor, "No one in here wants to see that, so get your shirt on!"

The other male with the longer hair jumped down, obviously not wanting to be drug down like his friend.

"Now, are you two mates or what?" Arthur asked, looking over at the man beside him.

"Mates? Hell no! I ain't gay. I don't think..." he answered, buttoning up his shirt.

"Not that type of mate, you git..." Arthur deadpanned, "Friends."

"Oh, I guess you could say that. 'ey Frenchie?" The man smiled over at the other.

"Oui, I suppose," he replied, buttoning his own.

Arthur rolled his eyes, "Follow me then," He motioned, making his way towards the door.

"Thank you, bobby!(1)" The bartender yelled out, waving.

Arthur waved back as he escorted the men out, letting the door shut behind him, "I really didn't have time to botch(2) up some foreigner's "jolly time" tonight," Arthur said, rubbing his temples as he walked, the two men behind him.

"So, where we headed?"

Arthur looked back at the American and scoffed, "The station. Where else? Not only were you two drunk, but you'd also be charged with indecent exposure. Hopefully not resisting arrest because I sure as hell don't want to stay over time tomorrow just to baby sit you two."

"Dammit, I can't afford to stay over night!" he yelled out.

"Guess you should have thought of that before you picked a Frenchman to be your drinking buddy," Arthur shook his head.

"That was a bit racist, mon ami," The Frenchman spoke up, laughing a bit.

"You're to drunk to notice," said the short police officer.

Finally, they arrived at said station, both men following suit. He opened the door, allowing the two to walk in first before following them.

"Another two tonight, Arthur?" yelled out a random police officer at the counter.

"Sadly. Drunk. Along with indecent exposure," he pointed at the two who were looking around the station.

"Ah," The man nodded, "Took you a while to get 'em here. What happened?"

Arthur stared at him for a bit before laughing nervously, "Took a longer route by accident."

"Hmm," the older man hummed, looking Arthur over, "I may be old, but I'm not berk(3)...they resisted, didn't they?"

Arthur bit his lower lip and nodded slightly, "Yup.."

"Alright, names please?" The man said, grabbing a book.

"I'm Alfred Jones," The American said, walking up next to Arthur at the counter.

"And the frog?" The man motioned to the other blond.

"Frog?" The Frenchman spoke, "I'll 'ave you know, my name is Francis Bonnefoy and-"

"That's good enough," he cut off, writing his name down, "You two will be charged for disturbing the peace, indecent exposure, and resisting arrest. Arthur, if you would kindly take these gentlemen to their cells and watch them for tonight."

"Me? What if I've got something important I need to do at home?" Arthur whined, crossing his arms.

"Then you'll have to reschedule it," The older man smiled, handing the keys to Arthur.

Arthur sighed and made his way for a hallway, the two taller blonds following. He opened a door leading to another hallway filled with empty cells, he opened one and motioned for the man named Francis to walk in, closing and locking it after the man had plopped onto the cot that was nailed to the wall.

"Great, I get my own cell..." The one known as Alfred sighed, sarcastically.

"Oh, yeah, bright humor like that will really brighten up these old cells," Arthur rolled his eyes, opening one and motioning for Alfred to get in, "Now go on."

"What if I don't wanna?" The man crossed his arms.

"I'll get SWAT to come in and throw you in."

Alfred paled and walked in, sitting on the bed. Arthur closed and locked it, placing the keys on a belt loop on his uniform.

"You have a SWAT team here?"

"No. But it made you get in, didn't it?" He smirked.

(1): Bobby - British slang for police officer.

(2): Botch - To fix poorly.

(3): Berk: Another word for idiot.

Hope you enjoyed! These two chapters are just a preview, I want to see how well people respond to it before I continue. So, please, review so I know if this will go over well, because I truly am uncertain about it! T_T

Love regardless, ShuChan