[hr][img]https://i.imgur.com/KzmdUGG.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/X7zKc5z.png[/img] [sup][@Puffhead][@Darquesse][/sup] [b][code]Thompson Lumber Mill Inc - VIP Entrance.[/code][/b][hr] Claire felt a little bad for the lad that got rejected by Hagan. She turned her lips downwards as Everett seemed to desperately play off things - course anyone like Claire can see through that ruse like it was nothing, but she felt a little bad for him. Maybe she'd give him a private danc- Oh boy, not this. Just as the meathead count began to skyrocket, someone approached them. One that sent a shudder down Claire's spine; Chris Pope. Known for his legendary levels of asshattery, he wasted no time in making Claire throttle his little faggy neck. She grimaced at him as he walked up, and made a special announcement just for her. At first, she was embarrassed, but she was surrounded by meatheads that thought one plus one equals eleven. She had nothing to worry about from them. That grimace turned into a sneer as she looked down and shook her head, muttering to herself, "Ahhh, Chris," She looked up at the arty boy, before finishing, "You just don't know when to quit, do you?" She was going to give him a good reason to quit if he didn't cut it out here and now. She was tempted to say something, but she just remained quiet. Besides, Hagan did all the talking for her. "Yeah, but wanna know who wasn't invited?" Hagan said as he quickly made his disdain of Chris very, very, clear. "The fags." He spat out. He smiled as he took a step back, his heavy boots leaving marks on the ground. "So, I don't know who told your skinny ass you could come over here talking down to us like you do your ascot salemans." He crossed his arms, "But, you better get that attitude the fuck out of here, before I show you how we do things out here, fag." What Hagan said lacked... well, any common sense, but she was glad to see Hagan getting Christopher off her case. Even indirectly. She grinned. But, she really wanted nothing to do with these kids. She didn't want to hang out here and talk to Hagan. She didn't want to talk to his boyfriend Clayton either, or Chris' dusty ass. All she had to do was slip inside, and party with some real people. Maybe she can get rid of them both somehow... [hr][img]https://i.imgur.com/pzvcW5L.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/f4XE2MO.png[/img] [b][code]Thompson Lumber Mill Inc - Side... roof?[/code][/b][hr] "... Girl, stop." "Jordan, I got this!" "Get down from there." "No, no, I [i]swear[/i] I saw a hatch up here!" The two girls went back and forth for seemingly ages. As Jordan Nichols, the voice of reason, stood at the foot of a ladder, arguing with her friend Kimberly Walton, whom had climbed on top of the lumber mill. This was the "natural" progression of events from getting rejected by Hagan for "not being cool enough," to deciding to sneak into the VIP lounge. Problem was that every other entrance was locked tight... except for a hatch. "Everyone can see you," Jordan pleaded. "If Hagan comes over here..." "He wouldn't hit a girl..." Kimberly cockily trailed off, before the question popped up in her mind. "... [i]Would he?[/i]" "No," Jordan answered. "But, I bet he'll find someone who will." Kimberly wasn't going to let that stop her, she had some great shots. Even from up here! She just needed to get in there, and let Jordan in... somehow. She could get in there by herself, but she knew better than to just leave her best friend alone! Kimberly was better than that, especially with all these people here- A really chilly breeze came by, and blew Kimberly's clothes around. "... Aaaaaand I just saw up ya' skirt." Jordan called from down below, and Kimberly's face went red with embarrassment. "Sorry!" Kimberly said. "Just keep it quiet," Jordan said. "And do what you gotta do." "Yeah, yeah," Kimberly said as she crawled on the rooftops, and finally reached that hatch! It was also locked, but the lock was long rusted due to years of sitting out here, and was crumbling in her hands. She pulled out a pocket knife and jammed it in, trying to break apart the lock... "... Someone's coming," Jordan warned. "Distract them!" Kimberly said.