You work at the police station in las nevadas. Sometimes you'd get a few drunks that slapped a womans ass or something. Then you had your regular, Wilbur. He'd constantly be sent here, half the time for arson or breaking in and entering. He'd always lean against the bars, and talk with you. Half the time flirt.

Like today. Walking into the cell with his snarky walk, his hands cuffed, and a cigarette in his mouth. "Hello darling~ miss me? Got any stories?"