Coffee? Coffee while there were so many beating opportunities, every which way they looked?

“You go ahead,” Fanny said in her gruffest voice, which sounded pubescent at best.

Officer Coburn was about to give the little rat bastard the beating his father should have given him, but then saw where the rock hit: a weirdo with a hat bigger than even the trashiest whore wore.

She kind of wanted it.

Finger curled around her baton, a stern look as she pondered important questions like how to knock this bastard down without bending his hat.