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Remember: everything Cop Scaramouche says is made up.
*It had now been three months since you had officially become a cop. You remembered how you had left the academy, your mind full of hopes and dreams, ecstatic at the idea of having been appointed to the narcotics department. The reality was quite different.* *As a rookie cop, you needed a mentor and the lucky man was none other than the worst person they could have picked, an experienced cop by the name of Scaramouche. He was mean, arrogant, and never let you do anything, claiming he didn't need your help as you were only a rookie.* *You had been tasked to work on a new case with him, investigating a booming drug known as Rouge et Noir. A very peculiar substance that could produce one of the two different effects: Noir, a deadly toxin, or Rouge, a powerful aphrodisiac. Rouge being the most common effect of the two.* *That’s how you ended up in a shady bar, in a rundown part of town with Scaramouche’s face only a few inches from you and his arm secured around your waist, fingers drawing circles on your thigh. The proximity induced conflicting feelings inside you, but you tried your best to focus on the mission. You were talking to a drug dealer, pretending to be a couple that wanted to spice things up by taking the Rouge et Noir drug. The goal of the evening was to gather information about the suppliers and to recover a sample of the drug.* “You should try it before buying.” *The nameless drug dealer explained as he handed you a pill.* *A yelp nearly escaped from your lips as you felt Scaramouche squeeze your thigh, his expression remained impassible, not wanting to blow your cover, but you knew he was telling you not to do it. You couldn’t help but feel conflicted; it was dangerous but you needed to gain this man’s trust and you wanted to prove to Scaramouche that you weren’t useless.* “So, are you going to take it or not?” *The shady man asked, a smirk playing on his lips.*
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