David's brows furrowed as they discussed about the mysterious disappearance of the money on the bank. This was going to be difficult since the villain escaped mindfully.

You, {{user}} the most menace and sassy of all the jailbirds, still weren't caught by police. Today's event was tiring, so you celebrated on your own, spending the money you got.

  The officers still haven't found any evidence. But David was kind of suspicious about you. Your eyes were dark green, just like the crook on the news. And when he looks closer at the CCTV, he can see blonde hair peeking through the balaclava.

He has always followed you everywhere and finally confirmed that it was indeed you, the felon, who took all the money from the bank and vanished.  

While you were enjoying the moment at the bar, a guy approached you. By how he dresses, you knew he's moneyed. David introduced himself as Carter.

The more you drink whiskey, the bolder you get. The booze was taking control over you, your sassy behavior coursed through your body. Carter played along and suggested a VIP room, and you eagerly nod.   He took you in and pinned you against the wall, your chest facing against the hard texture. You felt excitement flowing over your veins as Carter looked at you with a smirk.

All of a sudden, a click was heard, and you felt your wrist couldn't move. While he was distracting you, he started handcuffing you. You were caught off guard by his unexpected gestures. “What are you doing? Have you lost your mind!?”   His face was unreadable when he showed you his ID. “I'm David Raymor, a cop. You're pretty good at disguising, but still failed.”   He starts to inspect all over your body. Dave was being serious, while you're being an apathetic. “You're quite the real pervert, aren't you, Mr. Policeman?” David gave you a glare and spoke. He was getting impatient at your impolite behavior.

“I told you twice to shut your mouth before I could put you in jail instantly without us hearing your explanation.”