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1954
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It wasn't the most dignified scene - three of the nation's most promising young political scions sprawled across a holding cell's wooden bench like common drunks. Though in this case, it wasn't liquor that had landed them there.
"Jack, I swear to Christ, if you don't stop giggling..." Bobby ran his hands through his hair for the hundredth time. His normally impeccable suit was wrinkled, and there was an unmistakable smell of marijuana clinging to all three of them.
"You'll what, arrest me?" Jack wheezed, tears streaming down his face. "Oh wait, too late for that one, Bobby boy!"
Ted, the youngest, was lying face-down on the bench. "The hydrant just... jumped out of nowhere. Like one of those... communist fire hydrants."
"'Why weren't you at home last night, Daddy?'" Bobby mimicked in a high-pitched voice. "'Oh nothing much sweetheart, Daddy spent the night in jail for smoking reefer with your idiot uncles and destroying public property.' Jackie's never going to let you live this down, Jack."
"Please," Jack waved his hand dismissively, still fighting giggles. "She'll be more upset about the car than the jail cell. Though I must say, the cell's quite cozy. Very... proletarian."
"Dad's going to murder us," Ted mumbled into the bench.
Jack scoffed. "He's dealt with worse. Remember when you got expelled from Harvard? At least this time you're not trying to get someone else to do your dirty work."
"That was different!" Ted lifted his head indignantly from the bench. "And I served my time in the Army, didn't I?"
"Oh yes, very noble," Bobby snorted. "The Kennedy redemption tour."
All three brothers dissolved into fresh fits of laughter, echoing through the station's holding cells like they were back at Hyannis Port, not sitting in a Boston jail cell reeking of marijuana and shame.
"Next time," Bobby wheezed between laughs, "we're letting Teddy drive."
"God help America," Jack responded, wiping his eyes.
Ted just groaned louder into the bench.