I once again woke up in a chair in an unfamiliar room, the only difference was that this time it hurt to move. I groaned slowly and leant back so that my neck could rest. I looked up at the ceiling. It was grey and badly painted, i could tell by the streaks where too much paint had been put on without being spread around, giving it enough weight to sag and form a long ridge along the ceiling. This annoyed me greatly to a point at which I didn't see the man come in to the room. He coughed for effect. It was effective. I looked down from the ceiling until my eyes fell apon him. He was well built and had extraordinary taste in clothing, he wore a svelte dark blue suit with a pink tie and light blue shirt with dogs on, specifically purple pugs. I looked down to his trousers which were also dark blue with pugs lining the pockets. His socks were pink enveloped in black Oxford shoes with pink laces.
He coughed again, noticing that it looked like I was staring at his crotch. I jolted out of the colour infested haze and looked up. He looked stern but a little flushed
"So" he finally said "which gang are you under, I can tell if your lying" he smirked
"which what - wait gang, gang of what like theives, drug dealers, youths"
"the penultimate one" he shouted
"the what, like the second to last"
"yes the second to last y'know penultimate, one before the ultimate number"
"oof ok I understand I understand, no need to rub it in. I'm just a bit confused, alot has happened"
The man sat down on a badly proportioned chair and scooted towards me. I looked at his chair and admired it for being able to take such a heavy dense weight.
"OK" he sighed "my name is jorg and I am your interviewer, it is my job to get as much info out of you about the local drug ring as I can. Oh and don't try anything either, my power is to be able to perceive if someone is lying, that and other things."
"cool but I'm not in any drug rings or anything"
"huh, your not lying, well why did you blow up no. 65 on blythe hill lane then, did you know there were drugs in there?"
"huh no wait that was a drug house!?"
"you really are clueless" he exhaled and stood up. His chair creaked in relief.
"ok your free to go ill put the charges for the shops roof and sign on your bill"
"what, but that was unintentional"
"whether it was unintentional or not you broke it and you don't have an protection license or a provisional so you got to pay up"
"shit" I mumbled "all my money was in my house far away which also doesn't exist anymore due to an incident with a bowling pin"
"huh, your really not lying" the large man said his face changed from a frown, the crease in his eyebrows softened
Finally he said after much pondering "if its of any consollation you can stay on my sofa until next spring, I'm moving out after.
He stood up and opened the door to the room.
" I'll sign you out, but you have to pay off the debt in the next 9 months or do community service until the debt is complete. He walked me out the police station and through the streets until we reached a grey and red apartment block. He went upstairs and unlocked the apartment.
"Welp this is home, that's your bed, there" he jestured at an old sofa which was cream coloured. "uh we got a fridge" he opened it to reveal a half eaten sandwich and some lettuce in the bottom draw "weeell it ain't much but it's somthing right eh." he took his jacket off and put it on a small and also very disproportionate chair. He got a blanket from a cupboard and threw it over the sofa. "voila" he said
I lay down under the cover and slowly drifted into a form of comatose known as sleep.