Cop Stevenson threw Quinn into her sell, and when she hit the floor she laughed in pain. Hey She got up quickly, and pressed her body against it. "I guess you have dominance, copy." Quinnzel squeals, Sacking the gum in her mouth, chewing. "Where did you get that gum?" Stevenson asks, demanding for an answer. Then, another cop comes in with a guy in handcuffs. They throw him in the cell across from Quinnzel, and she try's to get a good look at the man. "Hey, I asked you a question." Stevenson yells, and the guy looks over. Quinn looks at the cop, and smiles. "I got it from a kind police officer. You probably don't know him, since your not so nice." She laughs, and the cop rolls his eyes. He walks away, and leAves the room. Once he gets out, he locks it from the outside. Quinn twirls around, cause why not. Then, she stops, and looks at the man, getting back on her feet. "So, why are you here, pretty boy?" She asks the guy, and he looks up. He gets up, and puts his hands on the bars. "I don't think you can handle the information, darlin." The words slide from his tongue. Silence is drivin in the room. But then, the silence brakes from Quinn laughing. "Puddin, I did worse then you." She says, and twirls. He smirks, and tilts his head. "I'm brendon. Brendon Urie. You probably heard of me before." Brendon says, and she looks surprised. He smirks. "Oh my god..I'm a big fan! I knew I recognized that pretty face." She squeals, and smiles at him. He was her favorite criminal. Why? Because he was most wanted. "Quinnzel Parker." She smiles, and presses her whole body against the bars. He smirks, and then looks at her body. He quickly snaps out of it, looking back at her. "You wanna get out of here?" He asks evily, and Quinnzel nods quickly. "Who doesn't, puddin?" She asks. He smiles, and nods.
