"Penny, I'm leaving," Sunny called, gathering her belongings. Miss Pennywise didn't answer her. She rolled her eyes. "All right. Bye."
The back door slammed as she stepped out into the dark alleyway. A few shadowy figures lay sleeping in various positions across the street. "Vagabonds," Sunny whispered under her breath, stepping carefully down the withering concrete stairs.
Suddenly, she was hit in the face with a bright light. Squinting against it, she looked around for its source.
"You there!" shouted a deep voice from across the alley. She looked and saw a tall police officer shining a flashlight directly at her face. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I was leaving work," she answered sassily. "Now I'm going blind from your flashlight."
He lowered the beam enough that she could see properly. "Thank you," she muttered.
He crossed the alley to where she was standing. "You work here?" he asked, gesturing to the strip club behind her.
"Yes," she replied. "Hence what I'm wearing."
He lowered his flashlight again, giving her black corset, miniskirt, and stilettos a brief glance. "I see."
She smirked and struck a pose. "You like?"
He looked taken aback. "How old are you, miss?"
"Twenty-one," she answered.
"You look fifteen."
Sunny looked offended. "What, you need my ID or something?"
"No, I was just afraid I was being seduced by a teenager."
She giggled. "Oh, I'm seducing you, am I?" She moved closer.
He stepped back. "Erm, perhaps you should get going. Did you say you were going home?"
"Well…" She smirked again and reached out to take his hand. "I'd rather go home with you."
"I-I don't think that's-"
The pair turned to see another cop, whom Sunny took to be Lockstock's partner, standing just down the street. "Hello, Mr. Barrel," Lockstock replied, seeming grateful for the interruption.
"Hello…" he replied, looking suspiciously at Sunny. "Who is this?"
"Actually, I don't believe I caught your name, miss."
Sunny smirked again. She reached down the front of the corset and drew a small piece of paper from her cleavage. "Sunny Moon Struck," she replied, handing the paper to Lockstock. She gave Barrel a small wave and sashayed past Lockstock and down the alley. Both cops watched her incredulously as she walked home.
"Who was that?" Barrel asked again.
"I have no idea." Lockstock unfolded the sheet of paper she had given him. On it was written a telephone number and a short note.
This is my personal number. Don't try to call the club. They don't really like it when you request someone specifically.
He just shook his head, slipping the note in his pocket. "No idea."