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Still feeling the lingering, albeit weak effects of the last few drinks you’ve had clouding up your consciousness, you decide to take the skeletons up on their offer. Don’t wanna try talking shop with Cliff when you’re struggling to form words, right?
“You mean business as usual?”
Shut up, Ly. Relaying your choice to the bodyguards, the two suits turn around in, you guessed it, perfect unison and relay a few hushed words into their earpieces before looking your way once more.
“We’re <span class="mu-i">cleared</span>.”
“Cleared and <span class="mu-i">ready</span>.”
“Are <span class="mu-i">you?</span>”
Yea, you nod as Lil’ Stanley leaps onto Talbot’s shoulders still munching on her prize, you’re ready! Turning to face Kiki, Talbot, Andre and The Marquis, you inform them that you’ll catch up later–preferably over drinks… and maybe some <span class="mu-i">food</span>...
“Give my regards to zee boss!” Andre nods as Kiki gives you a friendly wave.
“C’mon, Keek–let’s go shoot some stuff.” Talbot suggests, sending you a quick smirk.
Leaving the arena crew in your dust, you’re quickly and efficiently escorted through the throngs of partying skeletons towards the Drive-In you infiltrated a few days ago.
This time around, you quickly realize, is <span class="mu-i">much</span> different. As you and your escorts approach the back door, two similarly-dressed skeletons open it for you with almost choreographed timing! Ushered through like the VIP you are, you’re about to be taken upstairs when a familiar skeleton storms down the stairs grumbling angrily to himself!
“What a square, groundin’ me like dat’... wet ra-<span class="mu-s">OOF!</span>”
Colliding with you at full stair-descending force, abject terror and regret flashes across his bony face as you tumble backwards down the spiral stairway! At least, that’s what <span class="mu-i">would</span> have happened had your two bodyguards not caught you!
“Talk about a close <span class="mu-i">call</span>.”
“Not close <span class="mu-i">enough</span>.”
“Not in the <span class="mu-i">least</span>...”
Hoisting you back into a standing position, you cross your arms and wait while Stripes stammers together a sentence!
“St-St-St-<span class="mu-i">STAN!</span> Holy cats, didn’t mean ta’ almost ice ya’, sis!”
Yea, well, you growl, what’s he doing flying down a dang staircase anyways? And why hasn’t he <span class="mu-i">hugged</span> you yet, huh!?
“Wha? Oh, shoot! What the heck am I doin’, huh?”
Ignoring your two escorts and the obvious perils of hugging on a staircase, Stripes brings you in close and forces a smile on his face! “The lady of the hour, huh? How’s it feel knowin’ ya’ made dis’ all possible?” A ponderous expression forms on his face. “Well, <span class="mu-i">most</span> of it possible. We did all da’ buildin’.”
Cementics!
>CONTD.
