Quoted By:
"You know, you got a good idea. Ashley, Ben, stay behind. Adam, Max, c'mere." You gesture at the two to follow you- Wait, you should probably give them their upfront payment first.
>-$265. $231 left.
With the little payment hiccup rectified, you head over to the guards with your two more suave allies. Not to insult your other two allies but Ashley isn't much of a talker and Benjamin is Benjamin. The crowd of people in line are staring the three of you down with a shocking amount of malice and loathing. A single unanimous thought runs through their minds.
<<span class="mu-b">"DO THEY THINK THEY CAN SKIP IN LINE? DO THEY THINK THEY CAN SKIP IN LINE?"</span>>
You try your best to hide your fear as the three of you end up at the front entrance. Obviously, the guards <span class="mu-r">point their shotguns RIGHT at you.</span> Adam stares down the barrel with an exhausted look while you and Max, rightfully, are about to piss your panties.
<span class="mu-s">"ONLY VIPS MAY SKIP THE LINE."</span> The man with wires pouring out of his neck screeches out. <span class="mu-s">"HEAD TO THE BACK OR FACE THE BUCKSHOT, NOT YOUR FUTURE."</span>"
"I would listen to my partner." The man with no obvious mechanical parts spilling out responds. "I'll give you three ten seconds to head back."
"We're catering." Adam fiddles with the collar of his shirt. Max narrows her eyes but rolls with this. "Yeah! We're actually here to discuss an arrangement with your bosses."
The neck-wire man lowers his shotgun a little, <span class="mu-s">"CONTINUE?"</span> You take this moment to interject with something of your own. "So here's the thing. We're doing this whole big thing where some guests can win a price if they find a golden ball hidden in their meal."
Max nods in approval. <<span class="mu-b">"Damn, not a bad pitch."</span>> "Course, we need to discuss the specifics with them and how much we both have to spend, all of that business junk. We're in a bit of a time crunch to talk to them about this." She leans in to whisper something to the guards as well. You can't make out what.
"And those two goobers behind us," Adam jabs a finger at Ashley and Benjamin. Ashley simply scoffs at being called a goober while Benjamin tilts his head in confusion. "Are with us."
Max leans back. "I believe you would be fine letting us through without any worry, correct?" <<span class="mu-b">"A little namedropping never hurts."</span>>
>26!
<span class="mu-s">"I BELIEVVE IT WOULD BE OKAY. NOT LOOK GOOD ON US IF WE LET YOU WAIT."</span> "Agreed. Hurry inside, our lovely caterers. We'll overlook anything extra you bring in." The two guards step aside. You and your four allies promptly rush inside before the crowded line does something reckless at this blatant line skipping. The guards quickly block the way once the five of you are inside.
Your eyes are assaulted with blinding light while your ears are nearly obliterated by the obnoxiously loud techno music blaring throughout the place. It takes a combined effort of Ashley and Benjamin shaking your shoulders to get any sense of focus back into you.
