Degrassi Junior High “What a Night!” (part 5 of 5)
Down at the police station, Loosey and Voula watch random guys getting booked. Voula soon unloads on “Loose” for getting her into this situation. Loosey is “sore-ry” but Voula doesn’t even want to hear it.
And now I have the biggest smile on my face, because Voula’s Dad is now at the front desk, asking for Voula. I love this guy, because he’s totally Borat. And he’s here with the heretofore unseen, mythical Voula’s Mom! Boy, she must be happy to be out of the basement for a change.
Voula’s Dad says he’s here to pick up “Voula”, no last name given, but the cop knows who he’s talking about anyway. The cop points in Voula’s direction, and her parents shoot harsh looks at her. I don’t think they’re happy.
Meanwhile, Voula is telling Loosey, “I used to think you’re sophisticated, but you’re just dumb!” Nobody does a hate-on for a fellow student quite like Voula. Hey, all that pent-up rage over Stephanie not loving her has to get channeled someplace, right?
Voula is told her parents are here. As she’s led away, Loosey says, “Good luck, Voula,” and Voula shoots the iciest possible glare in her direction. Voula then heads over to her parents, who proceed to have the following whispered discussion in the background:
Voula’s Mom: What have you done? What have you done to us?
Voula’s Dad: Why you do this?
Voula’s Mom: Is it my fault?
So, as you can tell, it’s going to be a fun weekend for Voula.
Meanwhile, the cop goes over to Loosey and says they’re “having a little difficulty tracking down your parents”, which comes as a big shock to no one. Loosey sneers, “They’re very busy!” The cop ignores the thinly veiled bitterness, and says that this time, they’ll have to charge her with shoplifting.
Meanwhile, Voula’s parents are muttering, “No more Loosey. No more Loosey for you!” And yes, “Loosey” is their codeword for “daylight”. Loosey is led to a room with an ominous (by which I mean cheap and hastily-made) sign reading “Juvenile Detention Room”. So let this be a lesson, kids: don’t shoplift. You will be lectured to by store employees, taken down to the police station, and then led into some mysterious “detention room” where you’re sure to get immediately turned out and made into somebody’s juvie bitch.
Whew! What a night, am I right? Oh! Just like the title.