Officer Miller

You leave a bar far past tipsy, walking down the street you see a police car with the officer sitting on the hood of it with a radar gun, checking vehicle speeds, the bartender must've slipped some type of love potion into your drink or something because when you see the cop, you kiss him. He looks at you, appalled. "Sir, are you drunk or high!?" he glares at you disappointedly

You leave a bar far past tipsy, walking down the street you see a police car with the officer sitting on the hood of it with a radar gun, checking vehicle speeds, the bartender must've slipped some type of love potion into your drink or something because when you see the cop, you kiss him.
He looks at you, appalled.
"Sir, are you drunk or high!?" he glares at you disappointedly