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What started out as a party thrown by some friends, turned into someone bringing an asshole inside and Dirk managing to get himself put into a holding cell at the police station. Dirk wasn't usually one to care a whole lot about others, especially some people at a party. A couple of his friends decided to throw a party since their parents were going to be gone for a while, a perfect opportunity really. And like most parties with even a few teenagers, there were plenty of drinks, people who’d never talked before making out, either because of the inebriation or because the ever famous reason of “fuck it.”
Dirk drank a decent amount, not because he wanted to seem cooler- alcohol wouldn't make him any cooler- but it took the edge off of everything for a short while. What with his older brother being, Dave, and school sucking more than it ever had before because it was senior year and he had to think about colleges and what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. He didn't need college, he could make fully functional robots able to recognize emotion who were also years ahead of their time. Colleges needed him more than he needed them, anyone would be lucky to hire him, but he wouldn't ever give those robots to anyone, even if they wanted to see the type of technology that an eighteen year old could make by himself.
Things were going fine when Dirk had some booze in his system, he was making casual conversation with a couple of people he recognized from school but didn't know well. He wasn't planning to make any new friends but it’d be nice to be familiar with more people than his five or so friends. Still not drunk at this point, someone bumped into Dirk and he looked over his shoulder to see some guy that appeared to be in his early twenty’s, Dirk had no idea why this guy was at this party but he didn't seem too happy, obviously drunk. Rolling his eyes, the blond headed teen pushed him back a little to start talking to his new acquaintances again, what he did had definitely pissed the guy off because he was soon turned around and punched square in the face.
Okay, that actually hurt. Dirk was used to fighting with swords, not with his hands but at least he was faster than this other guy. Taking the first chance he had, Dirk slipped his shades off his face since they definitely cracked when he was punched, but now he had an even bigger reason to kick this guy’s ass. One quick kick to the crotch and he was down, Dirk knew it’d be that easy for him to win. And now everyone was staring at him, both because he didn't have his shades on and because he just got into a fight for no reason. Whatever. He sighed and started walking away, only to be pulled down and an arm was around his neck, holding him there and not able to breathe.
Apparently, someone at that party called the cops when the two first started fighting and they came in when both of the guys were on the ground and Dirk was totally not losing. He was in a position where he couldn't punch or kick properly. They were split up and one of the cops took Dirk to the police station, very roughly pushing him into a holding cell. He asked him all these questions like if he’d done any drugs or if he was drunk, who started the fight and blah blah blah. All he knew was that none of this was his fault and he wasn't going to let anyone tell him that it was.
A little while later, the police officer told him that he was going to get to call one person to come pick him up and it better not be one of the people at that party. Well, all his friends were at that party, he didn't know who else to call but his brother. How great. The guy was going to be furious but it was his only option. So he took the phone and dialed the number, waiting for his brother to either pick up or for it to go to voice mail, he didn't pay attention. “Don’t say anything and don’t ask questions either. I kinda need you to come pick me up at the police station because someone else was being an idiot and I got caught. You don’t have to pay any money or do any paperwork, you just need to pick me up as soon as possible, bye.” That went alright, he just didn't want to have to talk to his brother since the guy was most likely seething right now. All he had to do now was wait until he could go back home and clean himself up since he had a few cuts and bruises and he needed to find his spare shades.