(A/N: Dear Lord it has been QUITE a while since I got anything like this done. I was beginning to give up on this when inspiration hit…more or less (really I just said "Sandria, getchur ass to that computer and write dammit!" but…potato/tomato). So here is the next chapter of OWSCA! And ignore any changes I've made to the characters. They are AU after all…)

I walked down to the corner where I last saw Perry and Peter and stood there…and stood there…and stood there…and stood there. "Where are they?" I stamped my foot inf frustration and hissed, it was cold and here I was just sitting around in the dark and the cold waiting for someone who I didn't even know too well!

"¡Oyé! Don't stomp jour foot like dat, arbol, or jou'll just cause jourself mucho pain." I looked up in surprise to see a tall woman in a trench-coat and hat just like Perry and Peter. She had dark skin that was wrinkled around the eyes and mouth and her hair, grey-tinged-pink from one-too-many dye jobs, fell in her brown eyes. She had a cigarillo in a long holder between two of her bony fingers, drawing it to her lips to take a short drag.

"Wh-who are you," I inquired suspiciously, "You…you aren't Perry. Nor are you Peter. Where are they? You wear the same outfits as them. Do you work for the OWSCA?"

"Sí, I do. I am in de same line of work as el ornitorrinco y el oso panda," when I gave her a blank look-real languages have never been my strong point-she rephrased her statement, "I do work for de OWSCA. Jou are looking for Perry, ¿sí?"

"Um…," I didn't know how to answer that so I went with my gut instinct, "Yes?"

The woman laughed heartily, a deep belly-laugh that ended in a fit of coughing and another drag from her cigarillo, "Jou really are tonto, aren't jou? He said jou were silly but…dis is beyond silly. Dis is purely naïve."

I bristled immediately, "I am NOT naïve! I am NEW here and DO NOT appreciate being called naïve every time I do something that doesn't fit with your ideas of "right" and "proper", and I would appreciate it if you were a little chirfugging nicer to me! ALL OF YOU!" Then something occurred to me in the midst of my little fit, "And who ARE you? You never told me your name-stage or otherwise."

"Ah…ahora él me pide mi nombre…," the woman chuckled and took another drag. Exhaling the smoke, she grinned and pulled her hat off in a mock bow, "Jo soy Pinky, la Chihuahua."

Pinky the Chihuahua? I stared at the agent of OWSCA that stood before me and frowned, thinking. She looks a bit old for this line of work…she must have had kids at one point or another…and where are they now? Where is she from? Where is Perry? Why is she here in his spot? Did something bad happen to Perry? And I just got some food for us to share as a meal and everything! Do I call the cops? What would I tell them, "Oh, hello policeman-slash-woman, I have a friend who is a prostitute and he didn't show up to meet me where he was the day before. No, I was not going to have sex with him. Yes, I do have a lot of money on me. I only met him once but I think he's a really good person. No, I'm sure I'm not insane…no please don't arrest me! I didn't know purchasing a prostitute was illegal! We didn't even DO anything!"

"Jou are muy extraño…jou ask por mi nombre y not do anything with it? Jou want to know where Perry got off to?" Pinky blew a smoke ring in my face, disrupting my train of thought.

"Huh?" I snapped back to reality just in time to catch what she said and nod quickly, "Yeah. I would like to know where he went. I'm…we had plans…," blushing, I added, "but not THOSE kind of plans."

"Sí, sí, sí, jo sé. He explained jour "relationship" to me dis morning.. Jou two are cute. No fornicacíon y he still gets paid. Está bien. Great set-up."

I felt a burning feeling of shame as my face flushed, he told her? Does he go around telling everyone of the rube who didn't want the sex he paid for?

"¡Oyé! Calm down! He didn't tell anyone but me. I'm one of his amigos, claro?" Pinky tucked her cigarillo holder in between her teeth and put one hand on me. "Don't worry…don't worry…he's a good kid, Perry is. Jou don't need to worry about him blabbing about jour meetings to anyone but me y Peter."

"He…," I choked back a couple of tears and sniffled, thoroughly embarrassed to wear my heart on my sleeve like that, "Where is he? He was supposed to…meet me here. I had…we were supposed to…I went and bought food and got a job and everything…" Sniffling some more, I rubbed my face and looked up at Pinky. "You…you're shaking."

She was; where her hand was touching me I could feel her entire body vibrating. She drew away quickly and took another deep drag of her cigarillo. "No te preocupas por mí. Jo soy don nadie, no vale la pena tu tiempo. Sin valor…jo soló soy inútil…" She looked at the ground and wrapped her arms around her shuddering frame. "He's at a different corner dis time. He's not always gonna be at dis corner y I'm not gonna be de one to tell jou where he is. Jou best find another thing to keep you busy." And with that, Pinky scuttled off, her trench-coat blowing in the wind, suddenly illuminating her thin frame. I felt immensely sorry for her.

As I walked back home, I thought about the way Pinky had muttered to herself in Spanish. She looked so lost and so sick. Why did she run away? And where is Perry? Where IS Perry?...And what am I to do now?...

TBC

(A/N: Yeah, I know…two Author's Notes in one story! It's a chirfugging miracle! I just wanted to take the time to let all of you reviewers know that I love you guys! Thanks for making me want to continue to write this! Sorry it took me so long and sorry this is garbage filler but Pinky has her purpose, kay? Trust me. I'm not abandoning this just yet-if EVER. Have a nice day :3 )