Then, looking over, he noticed Kevin was counting on his fingers. He filled both hands before sheepishly raising one more. Even Javier was surprised.

"Eleven? Seriously?"

"Dude, I worked Narcotics, remember?"

Yeah, that right there makes up for a lot. So funny, and mixed in with the funny is the informative. I keep trying to keep it all straight in my head. You know, just in case IHN ever actually becomes an epidemic. I'll be using your fic as a survival guide, I think.

Great Slice of Life!