The police officer parked the car and turned to his partner. They had a job to do tonight.
"Ready to go?" his partner asked. The partner was a pair of squinted eyes, and they has a heavy Cajun accent.
"I hope I'm convincing enough," the officer said. "Do I look too much like a police officer to pull through?"
He was green hair, shaved into a buzz cut. He had grown a thick cowboy mustache.
"You look like a prostitute yourself!" his partner cackled. "Now go get her!"
He walked around the block a bit, trying to think of something to say.
He saw the target near a dumpster. Castelia City wasn't the cleanest place in Unova, in terms of jobs and the environment.
"Excuse me," he said to her. "Uh...might you be the, uh..."
"Hooker?" she said sternly. "Who wants to know?"
The hooker was a scrunchy. She wore a feather boa and fishnet stockings.
"I'm looking for...service."
"You're not a cop, are you?" she asked. "'Cause you have to tell me if you are."
"No, ma'am, I'm not."
"Don't call me ma'am," she hissed. "It makes me feel old. now let's go behind the dumpster."
"So you're acknowledging that you are, indeed, a hooker?"
"Yes! What are you, stupid?"
"No, I'm a co..."
He looked at her. Through allt he make-up and wrinkles, he recognized that scrunchy.
"A what?" the scrunchy asked.
"Precious, is that you?"
"...Dro?"
He grabbed her by the wrists and said, "It's been so long! Baby, I'm sorry!"
She got herself out of his grasp and hissed angrily.
"I'm sorry!" he said again.
"Don't touch me!" Precious hissed. "You ruined my life!"