[hr][h1][color=teal]Santiago Woods[/color], [color=powderblue]Taylor Pierpoint[/color], and Jasmine Chang[/h1][hr]


Jasmine laid Carole on her side in the bed (so that she wouldn't choke if she started throwing up), and covered her up in a blanket that felt more luxurious than polar bear fur. She then sighed and sat down in a swiveling office chair. She rested her face in her palms and stared down at the floor. 

"Unfortunately, my services are no longer required," Jasmine replied. "They've found the crook. Nevertheless, my powers don't work very well at all when I'm intoxicated. Eh, I probably wouldn't've helped anyways. I'm not exactly the best detective, you see. People say it's because I'm impulsive or because I'm batshit crazy, but I think I just don't have my heart in it anymore, know what I mean? I mean, it used to be fun to think I was as good as Sherlock Holmes at discovering mysteries and taking out villains, but I fail all the damn time! Like, what kind of detective am I?" Jasmine began to cry a bit, and it became obvious that she was about to have a full drunken rant. 

"What am I good for anyways? My only real power is a surprising immunity to alcohol! See? I'm completely fine right now, no ill effects except the only think I've figured out all night was that the thief I was going to catch was apprehended by a bunch of damn drunks! It's not like I would've helped anyways. I'm...I'm just..." she began to fade off to sleep. "...useless." Jasmines head slumped onto the vanity with a mild "clunk". 


At first, Gecko thought that if he remained very, very still, he could trick the party of drunken teenagers into thinking he had escaped. After all, how smart were drunk teens? However, it appeared as if one of them was a telepath, and so his secret was out. He sighed and looked up, opening his eyes to reveal that he was, in fact, there. He looked up at the ostentatiously-dressed Johnny and grimaced. This guy looked like he could put a whooping on a large reptile. Yet again, he was drunk. 

"Now, now, let's not get into a disagreement over this," Gecko said. "After all, what value do these jewels have to you? Can't eat 'em, can't drink 'em. Sure, they're pretty to wear but they won't keep ya warm, right? hehehe..." Of course, this didn't seem to dull hostilities one bit. So, Gecko fired his tongue at the beach house's chimney, waved goodbye, and catapulted himself across the roof like Spiderman. Then he shot his tongue onto a TV dish on top of another house and swung into the darkness. Taylor staggered after him and attempted to fire a bolt of ice at him, but only created a snowball and nearly ran off the edge of the room. Sylvia grabbed her by the arm and kept her from running off the side. 

"Shit!" Taylor shouted. "After him!" 

"Yeah, don't think so," Johnny replied. "I ain't risking my beautiful ass for your gemstones! Next time, don't leave your shit lying around, eh?" Taylor's eyes welled up and she fell to her knees. "Ah, come on, Tay," Johnny said. "No point in crying about it. You're a millionaire. Buy it all again. Now let's go get you something to drink. Water, you don't need any more booze in your system!" He helped her to her feet and the gang began to walk back down to the party. 

"Damn," Gabe said, looking off at where Gecko landed. "I was looking forward to kicking some fucking ass." 

"Sure we'll see him again," Jake replied, putting a hand on her shoulder. "We've got a tendency of running into bad guys a lot."