Released on Bail

"You must have been more wasted than usual," the cop said. "Wasted? I don't drink," Jon said. "Sure, buddy. Whatever," the cop said. "Anyway, you're free to go. Someone posted bail for you." "Bail? What kind of trouble did I get into last night?" The cop ignored his question, then opened the cell door. Jon slowly walked out, feeling a little dazed. Jon had never had alcohol in his life. But if what the cop was saying was the truth, then last night he must have had some. Or maybe a little more than just "some". The cop escorted him towards the lobby, then let him go. "He's all yours," the cop said to someone else. Jon turned to see who he was talking to.