The two officers have seated themselves in the uncomfortable waiting room chairs. The blue cushion doing little to cushion anything really, it sags dropping their buttocks straight onto the hard wood underneath. The uncomfortable nature of the chair can be seen with the constant shifting of their occupants and the ache you get while sitting in one.
The officers are no exception to the people who find them uncomfortable. The male officer shifting his massive frame with audible discomfort and effort. His frame making the wood creak as his ox like body fully descends on the seat with the effort of someone who is visibly too massive for the structure.
The female officer however sits with ease, crossing her meaty thighs over one another, the flesh splashing arousingly, the soft subtle muscle spreading from the pressure of gravity. She too shifts slightly causing the chest area of her uniform to sway dangerously, the tight fabric jiggling slightly with her every move.
"Hey sweety, I'm officer Jackson and this is Officer Nial," the female officer says, "do you remember what happened?" Your eyes lock with hers, your previous view of her not being physically arousing is revoked with the sway of her breasts. You nod, expression screwing up in slight confusion, " I uh remember some of it like the date and the feeling of being stabbed but I don't remember what the guy looked like." You explain, scratching the back of your head awkwardly, the feeling of your nails scraping flesh makes you feel more comfortable. The officers exchange a glance and sigh, scribbling things down in their small notepads which they had procured from their breast pocket.
The scratching of nib on paper is oddly comforting when they do it, unlike the now disturbing sound of Dr. Kai scribbling down vitals and other important data.
"Ok now, do you have anyone who would want to hurt you? An ex girlfriend, an ex friend, a stranger giving you odd vibes?" She asks, her eyebrows creasing questioningly. Your neck muscles flex once more in a shake, "not that I know of," you say, tongue beginning to numb. Exhaustion hits you hard but you manage to fight it off with rapid blinking, your eyelids hiding and revealing your eyes with quick little flaps of movement.
The officers continue scribbling, "the girl you were with said there was a weird server," the man says, voice calm and calculated. You nod hesitantly, "there was a purple eyed server and she was weird and seemed obsessive but she was still at the restaurant when we left..." you explain, "she didn't seem like she wanted to kill me."
More scribbling, fast and precise. The officers continue asking questions about the strange server. You give all the details, apart from the blowjob, you even include the girls bathroom incident and the strange look in her eyes.
The interview goes smoothly as exhaustion starts to build, pulling your lids further and further down, the feeling making your body seem heavier and heavier. Eventually the police officers notice your growing exhaustion.
"We'll take our leave now, thank you for the information," the officers say, tipping their hats and placing them atop their heads before leaving.