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Motioning for Pepper to follow, you cautiously creep inside the security den and close the door once your partner’s inside! With the door closed the music now <span class="mu-i">ASSAULTS</span> your eardrums–so much so that you nearly stumble onto your face as you make your way over to the monitor, err.. <span class="mu-i">monitor</span>.
It’s too bad there aren’t any cameras in the room, because you’re practically in <span class="mu-s">NOOGIE RANGE</span> and the guard still hasn’t noticed you! When it’s clear he can’t hear you clearing your throat, you go for the tried-and-true method and do your best to sound casual while you’re <span class="mu-s">SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS!</span>
<span class="mu-s">HEY,</span> you roar, barely able to hear yourself over the unholy racket, “<span class="mu-s">WHERE’S CAMMY!?</span>”
To his credit, Hank (if you recall correctly) answers you as if you’d been there the whole time! “<span class="mu-s">SHE JUST WENT TO GRAB SOME SNACKS!</span>” He waves his hand in the vague direction of the door, “<span class="mu-s">SHE’LL BE RIGHT BACK–POP A SQUAT, BROTHER!</span>”
Well shit, hard to argue with that! Groping around the dark room for a few moments, you manage to find a free chair and give it to Pepper for her to sit in.
“<span class="mu-s">HOW’S THE PARTY!?</span>”
You blink. Wha?
“<span class="mu-s">WHAAAA!?</span>”
Oh for chrissakes… <span class="mu-s">COULD YOU TURN DOWN THE MUSIC A BIT!?</span>
Hank gets the message on the third try. As the volume lowers to somewhat tolerable levels, the security goon sheepishly rubs the top of his sweaty bald head!
“Sorry about that–old habits, y’know?”
Sure, you scoff, but you usually use headphones!
“Oh yea, huh…” He remarks before resuming his security monitoring. So, you continue, quietly praying your new pal doesn’t decide to turn around, what did you miss anyways?
“A whole lotta’ <span class="mu-i">boning</span>, that’s what!” He laughs as he gestures to a feed cycling through bougie bedrooms that look like a pack of wild dogs tore through them, “Like shit, I know it’s a grad party and all, but how do you miss the red lights in the corner, right?”
Hank laughs as you spot some nicer rooms on a separate feed–one with red bed covers and a fancy vanity, another with sports equipment strewn about the room. “Trust me, man: none of the kids here are <span class="mu-i">THAT</span> good in the sack–trust me, I watched!”
You’re suddenly <span class="mu-i">very</span> relieved that you didn’t tour the guest rooms with Pepper yet. So uh, you stammer, they’re all… done now?
“Pretty much.” He shrugs as he gives the feeds another tap. “Pretty much everyone’s headed down to the <span class="mu-s">AMPHITHEATER</span> for <span class="mu-s">STUCO’S SPEECH–</span> thank god we’re up here, right?”
One of the monitors flicks to another guest bedroom and quickly disproves Hank’s last statement.
“WOAH!” He remarks, “I stand corrected!”
You’re too busy slapping Pepper’s camera away from the monitor to answer. <span class="mu-i">SERIOUSLY?!</span>
>CONTD.
