Police HQ

@Wong Lucas Breaking his usual expression, San's parted to elicit a whispered chuckle.
Finding the change in pitch of Lucas's voice when he questioned whether he wore cologne or not a bit too humorous for himself.
Mainly because he had expected Lucas to catch his sarcasm by now.
"Right...." He responded, clearing his throat to regain his usual demeanor as he awaited for Lucas to finally unlock the mustang.
The question at hand having San baffled. Like what does he mean, just for a sandwich?
"Food is food, man. I paid hard earned money for that sandwich and was starving. Maybe he shouldn't have ing touched it yknow?"
He expressed in a stern manner, clearly not messing around when it came to food.
As the clicking sound of the door being unlocked, San doesn't hesitate to open it and slide onto the leather seat.
Ensuring safety first, by putting on his seatbelt.
The mentioning of food has him returning his gaze to the annoying male,
"Yeah- in bed. I'm tired if you can't tell. But anyway, what mess you've been up to?" He questions, taking a moment to reach open the glove box where he hid a plain black shirt from their last encounter, to slip on so he is no longer half .

@Choi San "I did spray cologne that's the problem." His brows came together. The sheer audacity that he hadn't tried to at least cover the fumes of the crimes committed had Lucas's voice going up... before he remembered where he was. He couldn't let San irritate him that easily. The smell was honestly even in his hair, though it wouldn't be if his ritual wasn't disrupted by the Babysitter's Club. They'd stopped walking when they reached the car. Lucas' old school 67 green mustang fastback, and he resting his hand on the roof of it listening to San story.

"So you beating dudes up over a muthaing sandwich bruh?" He raised his brow, gobsmacked at the sassiest that followed immediately after with San rushing him to unlock the door. Which he did, throwing a glare his direction and pulling out of the parking lot. "Ay, you still want that sandwich tho?"

@Wong Lucas Lucas's dramatic personality was never a surprise for San, the guy was a jokester after all. San merely mentally snickered as he followed the slightly taller male out of the building.
Not bothering to make eye contact with the officers as San had no interest in them to begin with, he kept moving along.
The question about whether Lucas smelled or not had him muffle a scoff.
"Is that a joke? You smell like straight nicotine and flames....Should probably invest in cologne or something." He commented, while not bothering to make eye contact with Lucas either.
San being San, he hated help. So none of this was fun for him, he exhaled an annoyed sound as they approached Lucas's vehicle that he was all too familiar with. The question having him casually respond.
"Some guy got mad he lost the fight, so he slapped my sandwich out of my hand and I beat the out of him....nothing crazy. " he gestured to the car so Lucas can unlock it.

@Choi San Lucas leaned back, placing a hand over his heart in mock offense. "At least take me to dinner first." He chuckled spinning his car keys around his finger and saluting the officers as he followed San out of the building. "Thanks for all your... hard work officers," He put a sarcastic emphasis on the word hard. Whatever San had been doing this time had caused them to not even bother to fill out the paperwork. They were PAST being tired of him. "You talking about some 'reeks' maybe if I could DO what I'm supposed to do without interruption wouldn't be any scent." He sniffed himself, raising a brow now worried, "do I smell that strong?"

"So... " Lucas started, when they stepped out of the building walking through the parking lot towards where his car was parked. "What did you do this time?" Dark eyes flicked over his person, he'd looked like he got kicked out a moving car.

@Wong Lucas Waiting around felt like forever, the growing irritation from being stuck in one place crawling upon San's inner self.
He was never patient- mostly. A work in progress for him.
As he heard the final words that he can be released, he quickly rose to his feet and allowed himself to be escorted out.
The officer snickering under his breath, earning a side glare from the younger male.
Soon he overheard the most obnoxious voice in his entire existence...

Making his way over, a look that could kill present upon his features while Lucas ever so casually made physical contact with San.
"Is getting your kicked on the agenda tonight...or?" He questioned in his usual crude manner. Pulling his face away from Lucas's hold while emitting a huff at the joke.
"Lets just go before I tell them to lock me up again
Also...you reek...like burning-" he mumbled, the scent causing him to crease his nose upward. A mixture of flame fumes and nicotine...

@Choi San Four door sedan. 2 bodies, on the engine seared before the entire car was engulfed. He didn't know the violation but he assumed it had something to do with children. Yunho didn't play about children. Either way he had to clean this up. No prints. No DNA. No serial numbers. He just had to make sure it burned all the way through. Lucas stood in the rain, the reflection from flames of orange and gold twisting and curling in his eyes. The heat of the fire stretching across the field and clawing at his ankles. Fingers pinched around a blunt he took a long drag, the brim of his baseball cap protecting his face from the rain when his phone buzzed merrily in his pocket. Next thing he knew, he was back in his car, on the way downtown to pick up San.

It didn't take long for them to receive him from holding. They had all his information memorized at this point. So he leaned in the window chatting up the guard while he waited. He nodded and hummed along, lazily, a slight buzz from his high settling in. "Mhm, and so if you here all night when you find time to get your nails done. That's not regulation length." They bickered playfully back and forth before the door slid open and San was shoved out. Half and bloody. Instantly, he opened his arms wide, a smile beaming just as widely, "Oh San we gotta stop meeting like this if you wanted to see me you could have just called, baby." Lucas cupped the other's chin, tilting it this way and that, clicking his tongue in mock disapproval, "And what's this? Lemme guess... you cut yourself shaving?"

@Wong Lucas Cold, rainy, and the sound of a hustling city is heard every time the police entrance doors opened and closed with officers and criminals going in and out.
The sound of a foot tapping on the white tiled flooring from San's combat boot can be heard in the distance while he was sitting behind bars. His gaze averting to the side to casually stare at the concrete wall while he mumbled curse words under his breath.
He wasn't upset that he got put behind bars, he was more annoyed that the person the officer DID call was about to be San's worst nightmare. Like why the would they put this person as his emergency contact for anything? He'd much rather stay behind bars than leave with this man.

The officer that had to drag San away is someone that has known him for years, and was all too familiar with his behavior so he merely shook his head from his desk. While San overhead the words that are spoken from the officer.
'Just come get him. This happens at least three times every 4 months but this has been five times in 1 month. He needs to chill out.'

Those words alone " chill out " - San repeated as he scoffed in annoyance. Lucas ing Wong is who they called. Wonderful. More things to be irritated about....San took a moment to kick at the metal cell while he has blood on his chest, a bloody lip and his knuckles bruised once again.