[Regifortis]

Alright, so Alderman liked to riff on movies a bit. That, uh...that posed a problem. Steve couldn't be sure which jokes would work and which ones would either leave him unimpressed or even offend him. So...he'd just play it safe and laugh at anything he thought was funny. Yeah. That would be just fine. He held onto his stomach and just prayed that the revenge of the pickles was just a paranoia.

And that was how it went. The movie was great; Alderman cracked some good ones that got a chuckle out of him; Steve didn't need to throw up, although he got some heartburn; Steve and Alderman got up and said their good nights; and, finally, Steve could just lie on his bed and start thinking about that punching bag with his name on it. What an awful and really weird day. He went to sleep and tried to forget all about it.

At the station the next day, he found that the paperwork from Aurora hadn't been transferred yet. Of all the...!! Did they really expect him to just fill out all new paperwork from scratch because they were too lazy to send it?! Maybe the lack of two-weeks notice rubbed them the wrong way...well, he didn't have a choice! But the way things were going, he had to apply to be a plainclothes detective (he didn't want to explain why he would be blowing up bigger than the precinct's available uniform sizes) and just wait until everything got processed. The time? Ten days.

Ten days...which meant he got even more time to be the apartment bitch. Just GREAT. Fogey McDenture and Admiral Beer Gut, and the...well, the landlord was okay, at least. Probably. He had no excuse for not entertaining them. So he went out shopping for their 'needs' and prepared to play the nice guy for a whole week. He got back home with the supplies. May God keep him...from tearing those leery fuckers a new one.