Who Framed Roger Rabbit: Special Case Detective~

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Y/n breathes out a bit, feeling water splashing down her body. Cleansing dirt off her body. Along with sweat that arises from heat waves. Shifting her hair. Inhaling air. Shifting the water off before snagging a towel to dry herself with. Grunting. Grabbing her brush. Tugging through her hair to straighten each area out. Detangling. Placing her brush down. Drying herself. Refreshed. Entering the living room, changing towards detective wear. Taking steps once more. Fedora on her head. Tie tightens. Hair onto shoulders. Gazing at Files before putting them away. Gaining a call. Answering.

Y/n: "Detective Y/n residence, who am I speaking to."

Luna: "Y/n."

Y/n: "Hello Luna, what do you need."

Luna: "I got some info about Eddie's case we're aiding him with."

Y/n: "Alright hit me."

Luna: "It seems that one man, Acme is gonna be attending that The Ink and Paint Club."

Y/n: "Acme? The toontown keeper?"

Luna: "Yes. Apparently he tends there a lot, Jessica told me this when I went there and became a regular. Seems only to be there for her singing part."

Y/n: "I see."

Luna: "I have bad feeling about this case."

Y/n: "What makes you say that...."

Luna: "Why would Maroon want Eddie to go the ink and paint club to check on Jessica."

Y/n: "Guess we'll see when we get there, especially whatever it is that's causing Roger a disturbance."

Luna: "Indeed. I'll see you there within a few hours."

Y/n placed down the phone, letting a huff. Well at least this case wasn't like.... The other one. Involving a blonde wearing white. From such craziness. Especially when nearly everyone turned into a toon. Taking another breathe. Sitting down. Grabbing Whiskey. Pouring glass. Gazing through the window for mere minute. Taking one sip. Feeling slight burn within her throat. Thinking. Yet she felt what Luna felt. A bad emotion mixed with concern. Questioning Maroons request along with Roger being so off. Moving her glass around. Taking another sip. Tensed. Wondering. Minutes ticked by to like hours.
Locking her door before heading down. Night taking over slowly. Street lights lighting up. Smoke coming from ally. Some would say: "Night Of Crime or A Good Time." But in Luna's words, "Idiots doing stupid things either in crime or good time." Y/n would sometimes laugh at that quote knowing it's true. Taking in air. Hearing some trash cans shifting. Making a stop, e/c moving to her right to see a shadow walking to her. Seemingly being a random dog. Gazing at each other for moment. Moving one hand into her pocket, pulling out a treat. Stretching out. The dog sniffed it before taking it. Y/n hummed before walking away to leave the dog be. Going further down, turning right, following, seeing two large doors. Luna leaning near its entrance. Taking notice of Y/n. Getting up.

Luna: "Ready?"

Y/n: "Yep."

Luna, being in front of the door first. Banging her fist onto it. Hearing a click before a pair of cartoon gorilla eyes gaze at them.

Gorilla: "Password."

Luna: "Oi it's me big guy."

Hearing a huff then another click. Door creaking open. Luna gesturing. Y/n took a step in as Luna followed behind. Shifting her eyes around to hear piano music and laughter. Going down to a red curtain opening. Bright light shines, glasses clinking, laughter, music playing rapidly, penguins moving around with trays. Y/n raised a brow.

Luna: "Welcome to the club."

Following behind Luna to a table. Sitting down as Penguin walked up to them.