Just before a midnight, I noticed two of the four cops on horses smoking cigars. The cops, not the horses. One male, one female. The cops, I don’t know about the horses, it was dark.
Right after midnight, an officer took a call on his phone, “Yeah, honey, I kissed Scott instead of you, you know, he was here…” Officer Scott, presumably, looks over at us, grins, and said, “yeah, we’re partners. You know how that is.”
