Prompts and motivation to create something out of nothing

The doors of the bar swung wide open as the man and the woman in handcuffs in front of him walked in at a steady pace. The noise was enough to raise several eyebrows, but the patrons quickly went back to sipping their respective drinks; after all such scenes weren't rare in this particular establishment.

The two newcomers approached the bar where the bartender, previously meticulously polishing a series of shot glasses, turned to them with a gentle smile. He was a fairly attractive man, if a bit unassuming - blond hair, brown eyes, a slender figure befitting a man as young as he was, everything about him was on the edge of being memorable, but not quite.

"Welcome to the Alibi," the bartender said politely. "How may I serve you?"

"Detective Cochet," the man said, slamming a badge down on the bar. "I need you to 'verify' a statement," he continued with an audible sneer. "Caught this one," he said and shoved the woman in front of him, "red-handed stealing from a warehouse down the street - but now-"

"It wasn't me!" the woman cried out. "You just ran up to me on the street and slapped handcuffs on me. I was just here the entire time, just went out to get some fresh air."

"I saw you dart out of the front door and leg it! I was seconds behind you when you turned the corner and you're telling me it wasn't you?"

"I'm telling you," the woman insisted, "I just saw some other lady nearly run into me on the corner and get away - just before you ran in and arrested me."

"Ok, this is ridiculous," the detective growled. "You-" he said and pointed at the bartender, "have you seen this one? Ever?"

The bartender narrowed his eyes at the woman, his emerald irises almost burning a hole in her as she hoped the bar's reputation would be enough for her situation. "Yes, yes I do recognize her," he said. "Indeed, she was here just a minute ago. Two martinis, correct?" he said and smiled at the woman. She hesitantly nodded.

"You're kidding," the detective gasped.