District 3

Marshal got one day a week off, one, and he was never one to waste it. Most days started pretty much the same in that he would need to make a greasy breakfast to try and deal with the hangover he probably had. Then Marshal would walk out to the graveyard to say hi to his dad. Lunch would happen either at the Rusty Nail or the deli down the street from his place.
The afternoons were mostly spent drinking and gambling, maybe checking the markets or heading to the horse track to see the races. He enjoyed his days off, he forced himself to.
The single thing he liked to do the most though was sit on the roof outside his third floor apartment with a small wooden keg of beer he'd buy at the Rusty Nail, one mug, and just watch the sun set in silence. Marshal's father always told him that magic existed in the moment right when the sun sank under the horizon, and if you were quiet enough, you could make a wish and the gods would hear you. He believed it as a kid, didn't anymore, but it still made him happy to think about.
Just a couple minutes to go. Beer's fresh, chair's comfortable and there isn't a cloud in the sky. Nothing could go wrong.
"You don't have the right to tell me what to do! I'm almost sixteen!" The neighbor kid, Nal.
"I have all the right in the world! You will stay in and do your studies." Nal's father Pen.
Pen, his wife Fena and Nal lived in the building next door on the second floor. They were a sweet family but thanks to Nal being a pain in the ass teenager they fought a lot, loudly.
Marshal moved to the edge of the roof and looked down at the two arguing on their balcony. "Hey, what's the issue?" Being a cop came with two major character flaws, not seeing one's self as a regular member of society, and nosiness.
"Marshal, tell my dad that I'm mature enough to go to the fights with my friends!"
"I swear to the Gods I'm going to kill this kid Marshal."
A quick glance to the horizon told Marshal he was about out of time, better solve this quick. "First off Nal, mature or not, you're not old enough to get into the fights, they're eighteen and up. And if you and your little friends tried to sneak in I'd have to haul your butts to jail. Secondly Pen, no you won't kill your kid cause then I'd have to take your ass to jail instead and when you got out Fena would beat you to death and I'd have to take her to jail. So both of you quiet the hell down and go back inside, you're disturbin the whole damned neighborhood."
The father and son both looked a little kicked in the teeth but quietly turned to go back inside. Marshal had about turned away Fena poked out her head. A pretty woman for her age, way too pretty for Pen. "Thank you Marshal."
"No problem Fena." A quick look at the sun, almost out of time.
"I swear those two will be the death of me someday."
"Well fathers and sons will fight." Hurry up, hurry up.
"I know, it's every day these days. I think Nal is just ready to be out on his own."
"He will be soon enough, well I'll talk to you later."
"Alright Marshal, have a good night."
Rush to the chair, sit, grab beer, sunset.
"Shit." Missed it. "Gods damn it."