<div class="floatleft">(http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5p8pmfveE1qh8ktyo4_250.jpg)</div><em><strong>Mattias Castle</strong></em><br/><em>Waking up Saturday Morning in the Drunk Tank</em><br/><strong>Tagging- </strong>Republic City Police (Open)<hr/><br/>Sleep on the benches in the of drunk tank had become a skill for Mattais. He was not sure when he had been checked in, but if the degree of his hangover had any implication, he knew why. It took time to adjust to the blinding light radiating from the dimly lit light on the ceiling of the cell. Matt had failed to notice he had a few  room mates as he shambled to the open latrine and relieved himself. "Is it Sunday or Monday..." He grumbled, earning a reply from one of the others before he zipped up and walked over to the bars.<br/><br/>"Hey Guards, I'm ready for a cup of coffee and my phone call." He banged on the cells to call their attention. Castle spent plenty of time in the tank, if they had a frequent customer card he would be getting a free Continental breakfast every third stay. They normally let him out without much fuss. Republic City had more bull shit to deal with then some guy who went to deep in the cups. Matt had been in a scuffle the night before, the ache and slight bruise he caught in the reflection of a metal bar reminded him of the drunk who caught him with a sucker punch. He had not swung back but it was enough of a disturbance to call in the cops. Matt typically didn't make it easier on himself, it was very likely he mouthed off to the officer who responded or they would have just called a cab for him.