She panted as she sat at the bar counter, one hand pressed to her forehead. "So tired, but also very happy!"
"As long as you're happy. It's getting late; you should go home." Jim Jones glanced at the time. It was already close to 11:00. "Let's go," he suggested. "I'll take you home."
He helped Fluffy Zane stand, and they were about to head out.
The deafening music suddenly stopped. People in uniform surged in and took control of the scene.
"Routine inspection! Please stay where you are and do not move. Cooperate with the inspection!"
The police showed their certificates and began searching everyone present.
"This is bad. We won't be able to go home for a while. Let's sit down for now."
Jim helped Fluffy sit down when a stern voice sounded beside them, "Hello, please cooperate with the inspection."
Jim nodded, indicating they could search him.
He knew that bars were checked for drugs. Although certain drugs were legal overseas, in Country S, all drugs were illegal.
