#doubt the snippet would be canon to the wip but it's definitely something Cal would do to piss John off

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Draw (edit) your (platonic)ship prompt | "Barbie and Ken get into trouble" edition

Okay, I so had a blast making these, I really wanted to do the meme for Calahan and Sabrina but I'm scared to draw people, so with Photoshop I went... I'm leaving the snippet for the story behind how they end up getting into trouble below the cut.

"Is this really necessary?", Sabrina asked, moving her eyes over to Sheriff Whitehorse who was standing with his hands on his hips, looking completely done with the day. And it was barely 8 am. All she got as a reply from him was a head shake before he took a sip from his coffee. "Stop moving, Brin. I can't take your picture like this.", Pratt called out from behind the camera and sent an apologetic smile her way. "Mugshot, Pratt.", Whitehorse corrected him. "Make sure she looks good, Staci.", Joey put a hand on Pratt's shoulder and bent down to look into the LCD screen too, fully set on supervising the "booking" of her fellow Deputies. "Want me to fix your hair, Brin?" "It's fine, Joey. Just get this over with.", Sabrina looked straight ahead and took a deep breath, trying her hardest not to blink as she held the name tag. Unbelievable, Calahan. After taking an extensive number of pictures per Hudson's request, Pratt walked over to show her the results, "Pick which one you like." "Criminals don't get to choose how they look in their mugshots, Deputies.", the Sheriff spoke up again, making Calahan break into another fit of laughter. "Rookie. You're pushing your luck today. It's your turn.", his eyes narrowed when he pointed at Hartley. "Have you tried yoga, boss? Heard it helps with stress and anger... I'm sure Addie would be happy to assist ya.", Calahan winked and walked over to switch places with Sabrina. "Sorry, Gray.", he whispered as he passed her. "Or I can finally fire you, Rookie." "Now. You know you're going to miss me. Who is going to keep things interesting around here then?", Hartley retorted as Joey passed him his name tag. He frowned, his smirk slipping for a second, "Fucking hell. Couldn't even use my actual name on the tag?" Joey shrugged and returned to her spot by Pratt and now Sabrina. "Last warning, Rookie." Calahan shifted so he was standing sideways then turned his head towards the camera, giving the three behind it his biggest smile as he gritted out, "Take the shot, Pratt. One. And I'm out of here. It's my day off." "No smiling in your mugshot, at least try to appear sorry. And face the camera properly, Rookie.", Whitehorse argued, but it was too late: Pratt took Hartley's mugshot and marched out with the camera before their boss could force him to retake the picture. "What am I going to do with all of you.", the Sheriff huffed and strode away to his office.

"You love us, anyway.", Joey said at his retreating form before bumping shoulders with Sabrina and leading her over to their desks, "So tell me again why was John Seed out front demanding to speak with good old Earl?" "You won't let me live this down ever, would you?" "Nope." Sabrina sighed, "Calahan thought it would be a good idea to stop to the Spread Eagle for a drink after work... At one point he just vanished. I texted him and he tells me he's, I quote "Paying a friendly visit to a certain ranch owner." then went completely silent." "So you drove to John's ranch, too.", Joey continued, holding back a smile. "Yeah, and I found him fighting with the guards out front while shouting for John to come out..." "And he didn't, like the coward he is.", Calahan interjected as he sat down on the edge of Sabrina's desk, "Then runs here to whine to Whitehorse." "You were drunk and disturbed the peace at 2 am, Rookie. And were about to set his house or God knows what on fire.", Whitehorse poked his head out of his office. "Kid.", Sabrina said in a pleading tone, tired of listening to the two banter. It had started with him arguing with John's men, then with John himself after he had showed up at the Sheriff's, demanding the two Deputies be taught a lesson. At the end he and Whitehorse had settled for a "warning" and mugshots taken as a form of humiliation. John didn't even care I wasn't there to cause any trouble, just looking out for a friend. "You're lucky he's not pressing charges, son." "I was just messing with him.", Hartley rolled his eyes. He was skipping over the fact he had a gas can with him when he tried to storm the ranch or that he admitted to Sabrina the plan was to spell "No" on the lawn in fire, "Fucker needs a reality check. I'm happy to provide it for free." Whitehorse paid no attention to his excuse, "Hudson, John asked to hold onto the mugshots as part of the deal, make sure he receives them.", he instructed before shutting his door. "Noted.", Joey saluted him and got up, "Better check on Pratt." "Why the fuck would he ask to keep our pictures, kid?", Sabrina asked, unsure if she even wanted to know the answer to that question. Calahan wrinkled his nose, "Weird bastard. Ah, man, I would have flipped him off in mine, if I knew."