Snippet #1692477

An unmarked cop car pulled up to The Spencer Recover Center. An officer opened the back door and helped Lance out of the car. Lance was dressed in a plaid button up shirt. It was unbuttoned exsposing a white under shirt. He was wearing a pair of black Dickies. He had been sent straight over from the court. Lance was then escorted into the front door of the facility by his handcuffs. The cop looked around and said,"Now are you gonna play nice?"

"Of course not. You should've known that by now." Lance said tring to intimidate the officer. Which didn't work.

"Well in that case will keep a cell open just for you." The cop said laughing to himself. This put a smug look on Lance's face. His cuffs were then taken off and he rubbed his wrist. He was nudged forward by the cop. Lance started to walk in and was greeted by an older gentle men. Lance thought he looked like a pushover and that he might be able to fight (verbally) his way through the rehab. "Lance," The officer called sharpply. "We'll be getting reports about your progress. If you srew up you'll be seeing me again."

"Don't count on it! Dick," Lance swore under his breath. He turned to face the old man. "What you staring at Gramps?" Lance said as the older man gave him an untrusting look.

"Do you think you're the first hot shot I've dealt with?" Lance went to open his mouth, but was quicklly cut off. "I didn't need a reply! You are just like the rest of them too." Lance looked a little shocked. "Trust me young man this is for your own good wether you believe it or not. We'll be having are first group soon. Come and grab a seat." Lance went to an empty chair. He was left a little speechless as he took a seat. Soon a nervous looking was escorted in and sat next to him. She smiled weakly at him and he rolled his eyes as she began tapping black fingernails nervouslly against her skirt.