#drunk and disorderly

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"INNES HAS A HABIT OF LOSING MONEY," Toronto Star. October 1, 1912. Page 3. --- Second Offence of Dropping Employer's Cash Leads to a Long Term. --- CASES IN POLICE COURT --- Two Men With Two Bags of Potatoes, Which They Say Were Given to Them. --- Though there was little force behind the blow which Thomas Petrie directed at Constable Young's face, Magistrate Denison chose to fine the intent rather than the act when the man came up in the Police Court.

"Was taking his name," Young stated, "when he struck me."

Petrie's two fines, for drunkenness and assault, were a dollar and costs. each, or thirty days, with time to pay.

The Sentences Grow. The sentences of Edward Innes have been somewhat disproportionate. This morning before Magistrate Denison, he admitted that while working as a collector for Joseph McQuilian's liquor store in Queen street west he retained $11.80 from the returns, and offered the defence that if he was given time he would refund the money and have it taken out of his wages.

"I lost it," he suggested.

"It's not the first time he's lost money," Crown Attorney Corley. commented. "A year ago when he was given $400 to buy Exhibition tickets he lost that. His term then was sixty days." Now, for the theft of of the much smaller amount, Innes will go to Central for a much longer term, four months.

Two Bags of Potatoes. Once more Charles Beamish, an aged character well known to the police, is charged with theft. Last night he was taken by Constable Ox-land, who saw him walking away with a bag of potatoes on his shoulder. A few paces behind was Lou Parsons, with a like load. The constable, knowing Beamish, went after the stranger first.

"Parsons dropped his load and ran," Oxland stated, "but I caught them both."

The charge is that the potatoes were stolen from a G.T.R. box car.

"Given to me," declared Beamish, confidently.

"Whom by?"

"Don't know his name."

"Where does he live?" "Don't know."

"Who is the kind man, anyway?" Magistrate Denison demanded, a bit impatiently.

Finally Beamish decided it was either the carmen or an officer of the M.O.H. Department. The couple remain in jail a week until they can give more definite information.

After arresting Mrs. Louisa Fifield as she came out of Eaton's. Detective Wickett want to her home at Prescott avenue, West Toronto, and a large quantity of goods, which the woman is charged with stealing.

When arrested with her 12-year-old daughter Queenie, Mrs. Fifield had an umbrella and six shirt waists which could not be accounted for by sales checks which could not be accounted for.

Ivy, another daughter. aged 15. working at Gillies' factory. 121 Prescott avenue, the police say, has admitted the theft of 11 neck scarfs, 197 neckties, 4 spools of silk, and a spool of brass wire.

The bundle of goods that the police recovered includes ribbons of all recovered in sizes, fancy lace bags, six umbrellas, lace, shirt waists, collars, hat plumes, and numerous small decorative articles. More were recovered this morning but none of the articles have yet been identified as coming from the Eaton Store.

When Mrs. Fifield appeared in Police Court, T. C. Robinette, reserved election and did not obtaining a week's adjournment.

Detective Wickett was with woman most of the morning, but she denies stealing the goods. She came to this country about nine months and ago.

Accused of Burglary Wm. J. Bell is being held in connection with the shopbreaking at 280 Church street on the night of September 14, when the warehouse of the John Sloan Company, wholesale grocers, was broken into and burglarized. Entrance was forced through a rear window, several desks were broken open, and the burglar, whether Bell or another, proved so clever that he found the combination of the be vault. About 260 postage stamps, $28.07 in cash, medals, and a quantity of jewelry was stolen.

Bell was placed under arrest on King street by Detective Mitchell in pawnshop, where it is alleged he was attempting to dispose of jewelry which, the police say, corresponded to the stolen articles.

Bell was remanded a week without bail.

A Real Estate Deal. "If you can't do business better than that you had better not do it at all. You've been here before. If you come again I'll know better how to deal with you." Those were the comments of Magistrate Denison to William Campbell, a real estate dealer, charged with the theft of $320 from Adam McMillan. There was a conviction, with a remand till called upon.

McMillan said that he bought a lot in Brandon for $320, and that when was fully paid for Campbell kept putting him off for several weeks and never furnished the deed.

Campbell's defence was that he had purchased a group of lots and that he hadn't fully paid for them to obtain the deeds himself.

"Carrying them on McMillan's money," the magistrate commented. "That is no way to do business. But you'll be remanded till called on." Campbell will now furnish the deed.

Back to Blue Grass Land. Hyde Nelson, colored, declares he will go back to his Kentucky home, and Robert Beatty is short $5. Beatty said that ten days ago he handed the colored man the amount at the Woodbine, to put on a "sure thing" which really won.

"And I never got my winnings," was the complaint.

As Nelson was positive he passed the money along to a third person who misplaced it, the ten days already spent in jail seemed enough, that is, if he keeps nis promise to get town.

Chinese Liquor. "Ing Kopy" was the plain English lettering on a carafe of Chinese wine which was seized upon the the premises of Ing Ding at 192 York street by the police when Inspector Dickson led a search party through the Chinese quarter two weeks ago..The charge was illegal sales and keeping.

"'Ing Kopy' means medicinal wine," explained J. W. Carry, defence counsel. "The proper analysis is printed on the side. That complies with the law."

Not when written in Chinese," Magistrate Denison replied.

Some of the police contended that the while the liquid was labelled "Ing Kopy," it was in reality only whisky colored red. As a test, the magistrate had whiffed a little from a glass, thought it was stronger than rose wise, and demanded an analysis. Ding was accordingly allowed a week's remand.

Lee Dun of 184 York street, was to have sold whitish stuff rice wine, for which his fine was $100 and costs or 3 months.

A Real Estate Deal After several remands, John Hanley, real estate agent, was convicted of false pretences. The complainant was John Bain, who stated he placed Welland and Port McNicol lots in Hanley hands for sale.

"He told me he had a buyer," Bain explained, "so I gave him $35 commission. Then he turned in a $100 check from a bogus buyer, and I couldn't get the money."

The court allowed Hanley three weeks remand to produce this buyer, but when he still failed to do so this morning, he was sent to to jail for 20 days.

John A. Brooker, of 54 Margueretta street, was fined $100 and costs for illegal liquor sales. The case has been on the books since July 20.

#toronto #police court #assaulting a police officer #drunk and disorderly #real estate scam #swindlers #illegal possession of alcohol #chinese canadians #vagrancy #shoplifters #women in the toils #fines and costs #fines or jail #sentenced to prison #central prison #crime and punishment in canada #history of crime and punishment in canada

[hindleythehater]

Is this thing on?

I lost a bet and here I am, Hindley Earnshaw, very much not at your service.

#wuthering heights #hindley earnshaw #drunk and disorderly #has anyone seen that gypsy devil #frances i miss you #hareton come give your papa a kiss

[villainihavedonethymotheronao3]

vox machina: half of a coed secret society currently facing university crackdown due to excessive rowdiness and flagpole scaling get a sizable townhouse; there they handle lizard escapes, child support requests, police scrutiny, many villainous professors, and members who won't stop getting engaged to each other.

the mighty nein: paranoid houseboat owners renting the absolutely cheapest moorings at a marina in a midsized european canal city band together against judgemental neighbors/local boat safety inspections/the concept of decay/ecosystem degradation in their waterways/their own dark pasts/two art-student ass cults; against all odds succeed at everything.

bell’s hells: posters on a queer housing page in toronto pack 6-11 people (depending on the day) into a two bedroom; ping-pong between icily polite spy warfare and cloying codependence, all while ostensibly working together to save a critically endangered species of salamander—end up involved in years old industrial drama opposing their friend’s shady mining corporation mom.

#critical role #vox machina WOULD be a frat but they’re too British #so instead they’re a nightclimbers ripoff somewhere on the US east coast #half of them have engagement rings by the end of senior year #an overlapping half go on to be respected leaders #this is why you always argue down the drunk and disorderly charges #the mighty nein are a minor municipal terror in cluj-napoca or split #maybe Amsterdam? #at least one of them has a fake passport and they all refuse to talk to cops #alarming collective knowledge of extradition laws that doubles when they adopt Essen #despite beau (or perhaps because) beau works at a respected human rights ngo #and bells hells have subdivided their living room with plywood sheets and once got visited by csis #fortunately Orym’s security clearance is lapsed unfortunately they’re never going to give him one again #they have vague aspirations of retiring to the middle of nowhere one day but can’t imagine living apart #they have and will let people they just met tonight crash on their floor (the couch is taken)

[maeo-png]

kaboomerang matching pfps

#i hope they kiss #kaboomerang #demosniper #tf2 #team fortress 2 #glados play drunk n’ disorderly by The Chats

[stup1d-k1llj0y]

⚠️ TW! FLASH ⚠️

Mall trippp!1!11! >_<

#drunk n disorderly #the chats #scene kid #kandi kid #rawr xd #rawring 20s #2000s nostalgia

[mishkakagehishka]

And another thing ab the vomiting in public, but they have banned this in one of the sunniest regions in croatia. One of the symptoms of a heatstroke is vomiting. Imagine getting a goddamn heatstroke and being fined for it

#could we not just have gone for fining people for disorderly conduct? #why criminalise things that could happen to anybody #like idk bro. me i would have just decided ''you're being too loud and a nuisance and you're drunk - here's a fine'' #but this way i feel like throwing tourists in the sea would be better #also those fines are ridiculously low for most of the tourists who make problems #but ridiculously high for us.

[vellatra]

For Nehn Krahm, cherries, "Has your OC had their first kiss yet? If so, with who?"

And for Rajag, donut, "What's a crime your OC is most likely to commit? What's a crime their most likely to get arrested for?" >:)

Vexina: "So does his grandma count or-?"

Nen: "Hush, you!" >:(

Alas, Nen Krahm has not had much success with the womenfolk. ;)

Oh dear. On the one hand, Rajag is literally the law! He's supposed to be fighting crime - that's his official job when he's not on the battlefield, since the military and the police force are one and the same in the Merfaen. But on the OTHER hand... we know our boy's getting into mischief and shenanigans left and right, don't we? XD For most likely to commit, probably vandalism or small-scale thievery (can't you just imagine him running around with spray paint, putting mustaches on judges' houses and writing dad jokes on the public bath walls?) For most likely to be arrested for... if we're being perfectly honest, probably a drunk and disorderly charge XP ;)

#honestly he probably HAS been arrested for drunk and disorderly #at least once in his long silly life #rajag #rajag tiz imikon #nen krahm #vexina #vexina fini #thanks for the ask! #silen fah #oc #ocs #oc asks #ask game #writing #snarlashtha facepalming in the background #vandalism is good for the soul #as my friend once said

[frangipain]

This is my son. He's 15 years old, is going blind, deaf, and senile. In his old age he is also incontinent so he's not allowed to sleep on furniture with a nappy on.

Say hello to Duncan Disorderly

#good boy #old man dog #doggo #kinda relatable #get it? duncan disordely? like drunk and disorderly?

[sarcasticdolphin]

Heyyyoo <333 I've got a prompt for a drabble if you still want it: mozart flirting with someone and colloredo being jealous af. could be modern au idk I never read one with them and I'm curious about it

Ok - this is loosely based in the music conservatory (modern) au that I've done some headcanons for before. Just a straight modern au is quite hard because Colloredo's position doesn't really exist in the modern world. That being said here he is the dean of the college and Mozart is one of the star students.

Colloredo is in the black outfit.

Hieronymus watched the gala go off without a hitch from one of the highest boxes in the theatre, so high that the binoculars - an old set, perfectly weighted and adjusted to his eyes - were a necessity. He had always preferred to watch the galas from here. The acoustics were unmatched and he was less likely to have a student try and plead their case to him in the middle of the performance.

Mozart had been the standout of the show. Hieronymus had admittedly been a little rankled when the boy came out onto the stage in white, but his performance lived up to the angel of music that his garb proclaimed him to be.

He was less pleased by what he saw after the gala ended. Most everyone started making their way to the exits. Hieronymus would wait a bit for the same reason he sat so high, but Mozart gathered with a few of his friends at the foot of the stage, embracing them, laughing with them.

It was ... understandable, even if Hieronymus wasn't pleased. But the bottle slipped out of a jacket, passed around the giggling group, and had Hieronymus's knuckles turning white against the banister.

"Arco." His tone was low.

"Sir." Arco was beside him a moment later, obedient as always.

He gestured to the group by the stage and Arco raised his own binoculars to get a better look.

"Shall I call campus police for the drinking, Sir?"

Hieronymus looked at the group for a long moment, eyes flickering to Mozart in his angelic white. An ugly snake curled in his gut, seeing the young man so free with others.

"Not yet. Call down to security and have Mozart brought up here. I wish to compliment him myself. But have campus police waiting in the lobby for the others."

"Sir." Hieronymus heard Arco's footsteps as he left the box, but continued to watch the group as they passed the bottle around again. Mozart didn't drink the second time around, too busy demonstrating his superiority on the little piano by the stage.

It took what must have been a reasonable amount of time, considering that Arco had to coordinate security and campus police, but felt like an eternity to Hieronymus until the security person approached the group, leaving a moment later followed by Mozart, his footsteps petulant even from so great a distance.

Hieronymus left the box, going to stand on the little landing. It would be better that he didn't chance Mozart seeing what would happen to the others.

The steps were familiar enough to draw a smile to Hieronymus's face as Mozart and Arco slowly climbed the steps, Mozart's steps heavy, annoyed while Arco's were even and almost silent.

Mozart's hair was mussed as he rounded the final bend, trudged up the last few steps.

"Dean Colloredo." His speech wasn't slurred, but his eyes were far too glazed for the one gulp to he all he'd had that night.

"Mozart." The praise that comes next is easy, the easiest part of all of this. Heaping the glory the star student deserves onto him. Mozart perks up more and more with each little tidbit, despite the slightly glazed look in his eyes.

By the time they all make it down to the lobby, the police are long gone. As are Mozart's friends. He's a little wary, but only too happy to accept a ride from Hieronymus with the weather being what it is and his rides all apparently gone.

#mozart/colloredo #music conservatory au #modern au #Colloredo is a creep here #one sided relationship #also to explain a little bit of the context #this makes more sense in an american setting - with Mozart's friends arrested for being drunk and under 21 #but is more sinister in a European setting #with Mozart's friends being old enough to drink #so the implication is that Colloredo has the police in his pocket and they will arrest Mozart's friends for being drunk and disorderly #even if there were only buzzed and not disorderly #sldkjfsd little bit of a logic leap there #thank you for the prompt! #also or consequences Mozart's friends probably had the book thrown at them #while Mozart just had his practice room slot moved #so he had to practice in Colloredo's study #or something like that

[yaka-arrow]

honestly in light of my adoration of Yondu Lives AUs, him and Kraglin deserve to retire like weird old dudes in vol3, playing cards in Knowhere’s bars

#cori talks #Mils and Peter having to drag their dads home for the night #for being Drunk and Disorderly

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"Two Drunks Grateful For Jail Sentences," Montreal Star. July 26, 1943. Page 3. ---- Two accused who pleaded guilty to charges of drunkenness before Recorder Aime Leblanc this morning asked that they be sent to jail. Their requests were granted.

One man believed that a spell in a cell would curb his passion for alcohol. The second asked for a jail term in which to recover from and be treated for a badly battered face suffered during a drunken brawl.

Both were given eight days in jail for which they thanked the Recorder.

#montreal #recorder's court #public drunkenness #drunk and disorderly #drunk tank #sentenced to prison #montreal jail #canada during world war 2 #crime and punishment in canada #history of crime and punishment in canada

[slashingdisneypasta]

Adding to the concept of Jim cooking up moonshine and illegally selling it- he accidentally blinds someone with it and absolutely gaslights the guy, and the cops, who know for damn sure it was Jim who sold it to him.

Guy: You sold me bad hooch!!

Jim: *Avoiding eyecontact even though the man is blind* Uhhh, n- uh, nu uh, no... I did not... nope... what hooch? I'm clean as a whistle...

Guy: I remember!! It was you, Jim!-

Jim: You must be mistakin' me for someone else...

Guy: No!-

Jim: Look I'm a very busy man, *Hands raised, already backing off* I got places to be. Goodluck to ya- *Tips hat. Slips away*

Guy: Wha- *Turns around wondering where the officer was that he brought with him* You just gonna let him get away!?

Reba: *Heavy, long suffering sigh* ... Look, if I could do somethin I would, sir.

#... but theres no tangible proof pointing to him XD #best reba can do is let ya know next time he's brought in for drunk and disorderly- you can heckle him through the bars. #sure makes her feel better on a bad day. #Jim Bickerman #Lake Placid Reba #Reba

[tweedstoat]

In a modern au where somehow all of these people are alive at the same time and the ages work out conveniently—Alicent, who is getting out of her shitty Targ marriage, becomes great friends with Elia, who also left a shitty Targ marriage, her distant cousin Baelor’s new girlfriend.

Alicent sets up Elia and Baelor (She is somehow baelors great aunt despite being 10 years younger liek ???) While Aemond is frantically trying to hit on Elia and slide into her dms because he simply can't let a pretty dark haired milf slide out of his grasp.

#he is very sulky when baelor manages to snag a date with elia before him #you know how when you break up with a guy and all his mates come out of the woodwork and start hitting on you ? #that happens to elia #arthur dayne oswell whent myles mooton and jon conningtons cousin are WAITING for her to exit the courthouse after getting a divorce #aemond is lurking in a courtroom bathroom so he can intercept her before anyone else does #alicent who is already there to post aegons IIs bail for drunk and disorderly conduct takes elia out of a side door into baelors car #the rest of the guys are big mad #at family dinners aemond pulls aegon and rhaenys aside and tries to quiz them about the state of their mothers relo with baelor every year #eventually rhaenys is like...uncle aemond give up. they got married last month its going fine

[lakewinnipeg]

oh they had the fake U-2 out a couple days ago

#im actually unclear abt this bc as you can see the tail is different and it has turboprops #& the rcaf isn't listed as having any #but the guy i work with who was kicked out of the airforce for being drunk & disorderly did refer to it as a U-2 #wait nvm i found it

[familiar-finn]

Finn should have known getting over Faust was easier said than done. After all, it’d taken him over a century to even consider another relationship the first time. But this was different – this very brief time reunited with Faust in Krovs proved to be a toxic cesspool of bullshit excuses about mental health justifying treating the familiar like garbage before disappearing. And Finn knew it. And he hated it. And worse yet, he hated that he wasn’t as over the bastard witch as he thought and still found himself missing him. He’d been feeling good the last few weeks, great even, as zero thoughts about Faust crossed his mind. Course Finn kept himself so busy to distract himself from the pent up anger and hurt however he could that he didn’t have much time for his mind to wander down that road. 

All it took was a step in one of those nightmare hot spots around town to trigger Finn with one of his worst memories – the day that Faust was killed – and turn the night sour. The sadness came flooding up first followed by blinding rage as he realized, on top of everything else, that that day could have been prevented since Faust knew about it through a premonition and chose not to say anything. Fucking asshole chose to die and came back pissed off that Finn was still single 200 years later, like he had any fucking right. How he wished he could look his ex-witch in the eye and give him a piece of his fucking mind for everything this past year and beyond that. The false promises, the control issues, the disrespect, the invalidation, the physical and verbal abuse, the guilt-tripping and gaslighting. Everything. 

But he couldn’t. 

So Finn started drinking. And kept going and going and going until he was buzzed and then some. Even collared it took quite a bit, likely through the help of more than just alcohol, to get him to the state where his fingers tingled, his tongue practically numb, and the world spun. he felt better until he didn’t and when one of the servers dared to cut him off, he snapped. He threw his empty glass on the floor and shouting ensued. One of the other workers called the cops as he was dragged outside, still yelling about how he was fuckin’ fine and ought to be let back in, despite every clumsy attempt to get physical with the bouncer even in heels and the gaudy rib-crushing satin and lace barely covering enough of him. 

Soon enough a siren blared as a police vehicle pulled up, but Finn was not paying attention as he continued cussing and making a scene. “Aye, ye can’t fuckin’ treat me like this! I didn’t do nothin’, ye fuckin’ gobshite –– touch me again and I’ll fuckin’ burst ya!” He must have looked quite a sight to the approaching officer, brandishing the closed parasol covered in lace and ribbons matching his costume like a sword at the poor man outside the bar who was just trying to get the rambunctious demon to settle down.  

@officermorozov

#p: drunk and disorderly #para #officermorozov #krovs halloween 2022 #idk what i expected this was not supposed to be wordy

[galactia]

Kaeya offering to walk Diona or Barbara home to dissuade anyone who might bother or pester them. He’s the Cavalry Captain after-all, and he would arrest anyone who tried.

Also, Kaeya offering to go along with Bennet when he’s able. Yes, the the adventures are always misadventures, but if he can keep Bennet from getting one more scar, he will.

#aboutkaeya #[ Kaeya Will arrest people for being drunk and disorderly and pestering Diona. #There's being drunk. And then there is trying to pull a child's tail #And creep on Barbara and he's going to arrest you for stalking. Or woop your ass. Or BOTH. ]