For a moment he thought he was going to crack up when Dallas wolf-whistled at him, but he managed to hold it together, giving her a sly wink. Then he just rolled his eyes as they tried to 'help'. Drunks were never good at playing along. Of course, the outlaws were never that great at playing along with a good con either. Robin wasn't nearly as sneaky as he got credit for. It was always all well and good... for about five seconds until someone got antsy and pulled a bow or a sword.
"You can either insult him or hit on him, but pick one and stick with it. And stop calling people tossers if you want to claim your American rights, chica." He clapped Betty on the back, possibly just a little too hard. "How about you ladies get in the damn car? The sheriff wants to see you." If the poor bike cop looked confused before, he looked even more confused now. He didn't need to know that the sheriff being referred to was a cat.
Rick pulled the guy aside, offering a very confusing non-explanation that suggested these two were (a) insane, (b) involved in some sort of high level scandal, (c) very probably prostitutes, given that a vice detective had come looking for them, although of course he couldn't say anything about that right now if the officer knew what he meant which of course he did, and (d) that the biker boy would be doing everyone, especially himself, a big favor if he just stayed out of it. The officer may have been convinced, or he may simply have given up in order to get Rick to shut up. Either way, it seemed to work.