Okay. New job. Cool, no, really cool.

About two months ago, you were in search of a new precinct to join. Your old one… Well, your old one wasn’t exactly very unbiased, and you faced a lot of discrimination there. So, that’s how you ended up walking into the 99th precinct in Brooklyn, New York, with a knot in your stomach but an unnervingly calm expression.

First thing you noticed? Bisexual panic. Bi, pan- Nevermind. Just panic. There was a girl, with fiery red curls, standing before a desk and sorting through papers. A few desks over, a young man with glasses that were practically falling off of his nose, sitting before a large stack of paperwork, his chin resting in his palm as he stared down at the work mindlessly.

Standing beside a fridge, talking with a woman with shaggy blonde hair and smudged eyeliner, was another man. His hair was a sandy, chestnut brown, and his eyes like liquid gold. On his... Forehead (what on earth?), was a name tag that read, 'REMMY LUPIN!' Who put that there?

A sweater hung off of his torso casually, none of the people in uniforms, as if today was reserved to be a special occasion in the precinct.

OH! Right. You’re the special occasion.

Okay, just wait for the Captain to find you like she said she would.