But the cops let him off cause they think he's cool
Victor polished off his herbal cigarette about halfway between the Point and the Dorms as the two of them walked back to campus. The immediate danger had been dealt with, at least as far as he knew. Another period of boredom between bedlams, just like serving in the army during a war. He pinched off and rolled his cig before popping the butt in his pocket, never much one for flicking litter around.
"How long do you think it'll take before they figure out how to put our spark plugs back in?"