[ WP ] A near-future dystopia where people can file to murder someone legally

`` This *is* the P-18!'' 
 
 `` No sir, that's the P-18B, what you need is the P-18A, if you head to the first window then you someone there will help you. Thank you sir.'' Her pink painted lips barely moved she droned the words. 
 
 `` I've just come from the first window!'' I pleaded, `` The woman gave me this! Please, this is incredibly important!'' 
 
 `` Sir, go back to the first window and get a P-18A, then come back here and I can issue it for you. Thank you.'' She turned her her chair around and Benedict threw his arms in the air and marched his way to the back of the first queue. 
 
 `` Forms, fucking bloody forms!'' He exhaled to himself. 
 
 `` Jesus, I know right!'' A woman in front of him turned round, and met his eyes, `` I mean, they give you one form and tell you it's the wrong one and then make you wait in line after line after line! I'm only trying to murder my bloody husband! Bureaucracy right?'' 
 
 `` Yeah,'' he mumbled as her perfume tangoed it's way up his nostrils to the charming melody of her voice `` fucking bureaucracy.'' Her cheeks formed dimples as she smiled in agreement. 
 
 `` Anyway, what are you here for? Wife messing around?'' 
 
 `` Actually no,'' He responded, looking back at his P-18B `` I'm actually hear for a suicide.'' 
 
 `` Oh god!'' Her red nails reflected the florescent tubes that lit the room and she put her hand to her heart. `` You want the P-19! That's the queue over there,'' She gestured to the other side of the room, `` this is espousal homicide!'' 
 
 `` For fuck sake! I bloody knew it!'' 
 
 `` Bureaucracy.'' She shrugged, 
 
 `` Bloody bureaucracy!'' Benedict threw his form to the floor with a shake of the head and marched over to the opposite queue and waited, his eyes flicking over to the long auburn hair of the woman over the other side of the room and the way she run her fingers through it. Two men had joined the queue behind him. 
 
 `` Hey,'' He said to the one directly behind him, `` would you mind holding my place a minute?'' 
 
 `` Fuck off mate.'' Benedict turned around and faced the front of the queue again as the espousal queue crept forward. 
 
 *Fuck it* He marched out of the queue and over to the woman with the red nails and auburn hair. 
 
 `` Excuse me'' He started, 
 
 `` That was quick!'' She smiled and her dimples formed again. 
 
 `` Well I have n't yet - I mean, you're going to be single soon I'm assuming - and, well, my paperwork probably wo n't go through for another six weeks or so and I was wondering if maybe you would like to, you know, go on a date?''
