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Fueled by the genes of countless ancestors avoiding back-alley ambushes in the twisting streets of <span class="mu-s">BELFIRST</span> and <span class="mu-s">REME</span>, you spring off the forest floor and tuck yourself into a perfectly-executed backflip!
Just in time to avoid the <span class="mu-s">BLINDING FLASH OF-</span>
… oh god<span class="mu-s">DAMN</span> it…
With a solid 10 landing, you have no trouble tracing the flash to its owner-a familiar <span class="mu-s">DIGITAL CAMERA</span> cradled in the hands of the smug-looking redhead currently dangling from one of the branches by her black-kneesocked legs!
“Hey there, champ.”
<span class="mu-s">PEPPER.</span> How did she-
You blink.
That’s uh… that’s a pretty dangerous position she’s in right there, you remark, eyes wandering towards her plaid skirt barely held in place between her ample thighs.
“Lotsa practice,” she remarks as she swings back and forth a few times for emphasis. “Was wondering where you went.”
The feeling’s mutual, you scoff! How’d she even get i-
“Snuck in while you were getting the stuffing kicked outta’ ya.” She interjects as she continues fiddling with the camera. “Heard ya pissed yourself. Missed the photo op.”
You’re tempted to battle her on that hill, but you deftly sidestep the bait! Aha, you exclaim, so that means you got her into the party! It still counts!
“Never said it didn’t, chief.” She winks, swaying in the night air like a voyeuristic bat. “Me an’ Raj were organizing a rescue mission, but…” her voice trails off as she sends a mysterious look your way.
… but?
“<span class="mu-i">Anyways</span>,” She segues, “Managed to snoop around the party a bit. Standard fair so far, nothing front page-worthy.”
Hey, wait a minute, you protest, what about the rescu-wait, how did she check out the party if she’s not supposed to BE here!? Her <span class="mu-s">BROTHER-</span>
“‘S a jerk, yep, try living with him.” She shrugs as she reaches into her skirt pocket and produces the <span class="mu-s">PIZZA MIND CAP</span> you gave her! “Amazing what you can get away with with the right disguise, huh, skip?”
You give the hat a good, long stare before replying. So she was able to creep around the party undetected with just a <span class="mu-i">hat</span>?
“Gimme some credit here, chief!” She pouts as she reaches into her pockets again! “If a reporter can’t get past a few stop signs they’re nothin’ but a sap with a notebook!” Retrieving a <span class="mu-s">RED DUO CUP</span> from her pocket, she takes a polite swig of its contents before holding it out to you!
“Even managed to snatch a refreshment for ya, slick!”
<span class="mu-s">DO YOU TAKE THE DRANK?</span>
>HELL YES!
>NAH!
>WRITE-IN!
