[color=8dc73f]“Only ten bucks?”[/color] Chester exclaimed, obviously unsatisfied with his friend’s offer. Convincing someone to do a silly line dance in such an establishment obviously warranted a much higher incentive. [color=8dc73f]“Throw in a McRib and a large Coke and you’ve got yourself a deal, man.”[/color]

Gerald guffawed, his cackling laugh echoing through the ballroom. [color=f7976a]"Oh, forget it."[/color] It wasn’t long before the boys had transformed once again into two ten-year-old boys trapped in the bodies of men, giggling incessantly, and slinging insults back and forth like crossfire on a battlefield. They tried their best to remember that they were in a fancy mansion and attempted to keep rough-housing to a minimum. 

Soon their shenanigans were brought to an abrupt halt as the voices of two women pierced the air and shattered the pleasant calm that was fashioned when the two closed out the rest of the world with their nonsense. They once again realized that they were in the presence of others, and those people may want to talk with them. It didn’t help that these “others” in this case were women with a particularly obvious intention behind their purring voices. Gerald almost couldn’t bring himself to turn around.

Chester was the first to address the two women, being the more naive of the pair. [color=8dc73f]“Oh, hello ladies. Nice to meet you...”[/color] He glanced nervously at Gerald, who returned a pained expression, his neck prickling with sweat. [i]Oh God, why?[/i]

[color=8dc73f]“Er, nice tattoos you have.”[/color] Ches continued, grasping for things to say. Chester was usually a very jovial and chatty type, but something about these women made him uncomfortable. It was that same [i]something[/i] that radiated off that prying middle-aged woman customer with the red Buick Gerald and he both hated-- something predatory. He had often covered for Gerald when his friend could not handle that woman, but he really wasn’t in the mood to do all the talking now. He was caught off-guard.

Gerald stood there silently, his brain filling with profanities. [i]No, we aren’t bored.[/i] he thought to himself. [i]Couldn’t you see we were having a conversation? Damn, people can be so obvious. Do men really fall for this stuff? [/i]

[color=8dc73f]“Gerald, here, he’s always wanted a tattoo.”[/color] Ches was not being of any help with his awkward attempts at polite conversation, especially not when he tried to drag Gerald into the exchange. He no doubt was just trying to keep some sort of interaction going to be polite, but the side effect was shifting the women’s focus away from himself. Gerald suspected that might have been a purposeful “slip.”

[color=f7976a]“Uh, yeah.”[/color] Gerald managed to mumble begrudgingly, again distracted by his own inner monologues. [i]These women are servants in this house?[/i] He looked them over again, wondering how they got a job in a fancy place like this. On second thought, he didn't want to know. [i] Shit, I’d hate to know what goes on in here...[/i] He felt like just running for the door, but he hoped it wouldn’t get to that point.