The next time Fangmeyer saw that grey beast Francine, she'd give her a piece of her mind when they next got to back to work.
"Come on, just this once!" Francine had said, giving the tiger a nudge. "Look, my sister says he's a cool guy; he's hygienic and apparently he's got quite the fashionable side!"
"No."
Fangmeyer wasn't one to try blind dating; the thought of having to meet someone she had never seen before in a pseudo-romantic fashion gave her the willies.
"Fang, please!" Francine had pleaded, a look of desperation in her eyes. "If you do it just this once, I won't ask you ever again! Come on, we're partners. Don't you trust me?"
Moments had gone by in silence as Francine had watched the tiger contemplate the situation.
"Fine", came the reply from the exhausted tiger. "But if this guy isn't the second coming of Shang, you're buying me at least two rounds at The Ostrich Feather."
"I knew you'd come around, Fang! I'll take that deal!" squealed the excited Elephant as she hopped around, shaking all nearby loose objects off the shelf.
Fangmeyer was glad she had made that deal with Francine, because it was going to take a few drinks to forget the chump that had sat down in front of her.
"… Throw a bit of warp into the vocals and hey presto you get Vaporwave! And let me tell you something, it's no easy feat picking out the right samples either!" babbled the lion, waving his hands in the air like he was recounting some great story from years past.
Francine hadn't been wrong; this guy certainly was hygienic. In fact he had told Fangmeyer his entire showering routine and how best to style one's mane. In fact, Fangmeyer had barely gotten a word in, what with this gangly fool devouring her silence with his narcissism.
"Well I sure am beat!" he said, wiping his mouth with one of the napkins he had on his lap. "How about we split the bill, and then after I can walk you home?"
This came as a slight surprise to the tigress, as the lion wasn't exactly vertically gifted, nor was he particular fearsome; but the fact that he didn't appear to notice that she regularly exercised with weights twice his mass, as shown by her toned arms.
"Oh, I'm sure I'll be fine, thank you. I live nearby anyway, so I can just walk." Fangmeyer lied. Like hell she'd spend even more time listening to this sap and his 'music'.
"Heh, I didn't mean your place, if you feel me. And I really hope you do." Said the lion, trying to wriggle his eyebrows in a seductive manner.
In one fluid motion, Fangmeyer took a few notes out of her wallet, dropped them on the table and left a confused-looking lion by his lonesome.
As Fangmeyer turned the corner away from the restaurant, she took out her phone and called her partner.
"Ooh Fangy! How did it go? Was he nice? Handsome? Come now, give me the details!" came the excited voice of Fangmeyer's favourite elephant.
"To answer your questions, Frank: Shit, no, no way, he was a creep, and yes! I would adore some liquor about now! I'm heading to yours, so get changed and be ready to go to the pub. I don't know how many its take before I start to forget about that date, but with you by my side I'm willing to find out." Replied Fangmeyer, chuckling at Francine's enthusiasm.
As she walked down the street, her thoughts were interrupted by what appeared to be a sheep crouching over what looked like a wolfish coyote who wasn't in a well shape, judging by the way the sheep was fussing, and how the coyote held his gut. Looking around, the sheep spotted her and waved her down, and called her over.
"Hey! Please I need some help here! He's hurt really bad!" called the sheep, fear staining his voice.
Thanking the fact she had decided to wear dress shoes tonight, she dashed over to the pair, dropping down on a knee once she arrived.
"I'm Officer Fangmeyer, ZPD. What's happened here?" She asked, a fierce determination in her eyes.
"Aw g'day officer" said the "coyote", as he reached into the grocery bag he had lying next to him, pulling out a beer, putting the neck to his mouth, and wrenching the cap off with his teeth, taking a long drink. "Yeah, what my wooly friend here is trying to say is that we were mugged on our way back from the bottle-o up the street, I got stabbed in the gut, and here we are."
Fangmeyer was shocked. Not only did this canine calmly explain to her that he was stabbed in an incredibly vital area, but he was taking swigs of his beer as he told her this.
"Have either of you called the ambulance?" asked Fangmeyer as she began to assess the wound in the canine's belly.
"No, we couldn't! That blasted wolf stole my phone! Can I use yours?" bleated the sheep, as he fiddled with his hooves, anxious about the canine.
"Go for it"
Taking the phone she handed him, the sheep dialled and began to speak to the operator.
Once the ambulance arrived, paramedics took the canine into the ambulance on a stretcher, but what she couldn't understand was why this mutt had insisted on keeping his beer. He didn't seem the least bit inebriated; Hell, he even calmly and politely thanked the medics for helping him up.
"Hey medic, I'm officer Fangmeyer." Said the tiger in question, flashing her badge. "Mind if I come with you guys to the hospital? I want to make sure I get this guy's story right. Lambchop over here can't string two words together without having a panic attack" she said gesturing to the fidgeting sheep.
"Go for it" replied the paramedic, a skunk. The medic gave the canine a nudge to the shin. "Hey, dingo, anything you want to say to Shirley Mutton over here before you leave?"
"Actually yeah, cheers mate." Came the measured response from the "dingo". Judging by how the words strained against his breathing, it seemed like he was in some serious degree of pain, but the smile he had on his face would try to convince you otherwise.
"Oy Rod, I'll give you a call when I'm healthy and we can have a drink, alright?" Said the dingo, as chipper as ever.
"Yeah… Yeah! Alright, yeah, sure thing 'mate'!" replied 'Rod', as he slowly stopped fidgeting and began to calm down.
Noticing the dingo's attempt at hiding his haggard breathing, the paramedic grabbed a syringe from a box on a nearby shelf before tapping his charge on the shoulder.
"You're looking a little worse for wear there, champ. Let me stick you with some painkillers; should help with that pain."
The dingo only shook his head and gave him a soft smile.
"It's alright, mate I'm fine."
"Are you sure there? I mean you did just get stabbed."
The canine's smile hardened slightly.
"Mate, I'm fine," he said sternly.
Accepting the strange dingo's request, the medic closed the door behind them as they throttled down towards Savannah Square Private.
As morning dawned on the next day, so did Mick Warre, albeit with a searing pain in his abdomen. Rubbing his eyes, stretching his arms, and scratching his muzzle, Mick looked around the room, examining his surroundings. Looking at the monitor of the IV machine, he noticed a small note lying on top of it. Reaching out, he found the neatest handwriting he'd seen in a long while emblazoning a serviette. The little letter read: "As I'm sure you're aware, I will need you to come by the ZPD station as soon as you are discharged as I will need to take your statement about the events that had occurred last night. Regards, Officer Fangmeyer".
Smiling, Mick folded the serviette back up and put it back on the IV machine. Not exactly the way he had expected to start his 'great journey' to Zootopia, but he couldn't argue that it wasn't exciting.