Dren's in jail again

Dirk walked into the security area. There seemed to be no one there. He made
his way back to the holding area. In one cell sat Dren, one shoe completely
gone and the other in his hand working it's way to his mouth. "What in the hell
do you think you're doing?"
Dren looked up and dropped his lunch upon see Dirk. "I thought you'd never get
here. They locked me up an forgot about me."
"And what were you doing with your shoe?"
"I was going to eat it like the other one."
"The other one?! Why, in God's universe, would you eat one of your shoes, much
less both?"
"I was hungry with no food. Besides, shoes are like Chinese, an hour after you
eat one you're hungry again. I guess that's why they're sold in pairs. Now are
you going to get me out of here?"
Dirk stood silent for a moment. He muttered, "What a smeghead!" under his
breath where Dren couldn't hear.
"Well, are you?" Dren asked again.
"Alright, alright. Do you still have the fifty I loaned you?" Dren was
reluctant to answer. "Holly told me why you were in here. Now, are you going
to tell me the truth?" Dren nodded slowly. "Give it here." Dren paused. "Do
you want to get out or not? Give me the fifty." Dren handed Dirk the money.
Dirk counted it and began to walk back towards the main security area.
"You going to pay my bail?" Dren asked.
"Nope! Going to go get a few drinks. I think that I deserve them today,"
replied Dirk.
"But what about me?!" screamed Dren.
"You can rot, you damn thief." Dirk walked around the corner and to the Parrot's.
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