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Juggernaut - consider yourself asked. I'm sure there are others who could use the entertainment!
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Well, if you INSIST![;D]
Bit o' background-
Since last i was heard of I moved out of the parent's house to Oak Ridge TN to work for Coal Creek Armory. I live in my own little apaprtment. Not new, but cheap. I live on the second floor.
My neighbors both downstairs and to the left of me are pretty lax people. They party quite a bit, but usually manage to keep it IN the apartment. About a week before this at midnight, these two highly drunk college girls needed to use my cell phone, because they person they had been dropped off to see wasn't home. A reasonable request. During their stay they let much slip about how they drink and smoke marijuana, and were shocked, SHOCKED I SAY, to find that I did neither. What sort of super square, non-fun-having person was I anyhow? I dunno, the boring sort, I guess.
They eventually found a ride and scooted.
3 days ago, one ofm them knocks on my papartment door about dinnertime, and after about 5 seconds of "Hihawiya" she comes up with the supposition that I'm an undercover cop.
(Because, of course, only undercover narcotics agents pretend to be really square and not fit in, right?[rolleyes] They're all also 20 years old and look about 16, right? Right?)
So, I laugh in her face, and tell her I'm not but she's not convinced. She darts out of there like a rabbit. Ok, that was weird. Doesn't weigh heavily on my mind though my neighbors started watching me through the windows.
THEN, last night, I come downstairs with my laundry, nad the apartment directly below me contains the aforementioned girls, the teneants, and about 5 assorted other partiers. The hallways contains one young lady, who looks to be about age 12, wearing a "Kiss me, I'm from California" T shirt, lying on the floor with her eyes closed, cell phone in hand.
I stop, put down the laundry basket, and ask her if she's ok. "yeah, I jush needed to take thish call heah". Ok, so she's drunk. I engage her in some casual conversation(it's not hard with drunk people) and find out that she's also been smoking a good bit of pot, and is [b]14 years old[/b]. All per her testimony too, she doesn't seem to think she might not want to tell random strangers about being drunk and smoking...
The people in this party apparently wondered where she went around this point, because one female head sticks out the door, and sees me talking to Little Miss Wasted, and then sticks her head back in the door, and screams "OH MY GOD, SARAH'S TALKING TO THAT UNDERCOVER COP!"
Shit.
Three more head peek out in rapid succession, none of them apparently brave enough to face the guy in the leather jacket kneeling on the floor next to their partygoing friend. Finally, the girlfriend of whoever owns the apartment(probably only 18 or so herself), comes out into the hall and drags her back into the apartment. I ask "Hey, is she going to be allright?"
"Oh yeah, she's my girl, my baby, she's gonna be ok".
Wham. door closes, I go back upstairs, wrestle with this for a minute, and then am informed by a friend online "What if it were MY sister? What would I want them to do?". Easy, get her home, at the very least.
So I call the local PD anonymously, tell the dispatcher the abbreviated version, decline to leave my name and in 2 minutes, there's a black and white with two officers at the building. I met them on the way out(c'mon, I didn't want to be there for it) inform them that I made the call, point to the apartment, gave them the relevant data again, and hifghtail it for my friendly boss' house in Knoxville.
When I come back an hour later, it's really quiet.[:D]
J.