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[b][code]Thompson Lumber Mill Inc - "VIP Louge."[/code][/b][hr]


After losing the Lame-O squad, Claire made sure to beeline straight for the beers. She found herself a cooler, and quickly cracked open a bud light, and downed it. She couldn't feel the buzz just yet (it was some shitty ass beer, after all), but she knew in a little bit she was going to make more decisions she was going to regret! 

She grabbed another one, and lumbered through the crowds, looking for someone by themselves or something. Someone she can talk to that isn't a meathead like Hagan, Clayton, or any of the sort. Maybe she should go back out and find that cutie Clayton and sneak him in. He probably needed to be in here more than Claire did.

Claire stopped when she felt a tapping on her shoulder, and whipped around to see a strange face. A stranger. Some dude she never met before, a skinny white boy that was about an inch or two shorter than her - but they were otherwise staring each other in the eye. He had a beer in one hand, and wore a shitty jean jacket with some striped shirt underneath. He had a head of wavy blonde hair in a pompadour, and freckles. She'd call him cute... if he'd start acting that way.

"Heeeeeeeey, Claire, whaddup!?" The guy said, and Claire cringed. 

"Hey," Claire replied, "Do I know you?"

"Oh, no, you probably don't... but everyone in Farmer Hill knows you!" [i]Of freakin' course.[/i] Claire thought to herself between the douchebag's speech. "I was hoping I could get to know you..." He got close and gently caressed her arm.

That was the point when Claire decided to shut down that bullshit before it got out of hand. This kid was probably one of the many that thought that Claire was just a free lay. Basically just a pussy on legs. She wasn't going to take that. She slapped away the hand, and snapped.

"Sorry hun," Claire said sarcastically. "But, you're coming off a bit too strong for me." She turned away to walk off, but she felt his strong hand grasping her wrist. 

"Hey now," He said. "I just ain't some nobody... I'm the son of the Sheriff."

"And you could be the president's son, and I wouldn't give a shit!" Claire answered with a snarl, "Now get your hand off me, ya' perv!" She snatched her arm away, and he moved in like he was going to do something, and Claire quickly moved in, and punched him square in the mouth. He was stumbling back, as the mood of the party died. Everyone stopped and stared... and Claire did nothing other than shake her head, and disappear into the crowd. Without a thought.

So much for the good vibes from the party. She shook her head as she moved her way outside. She needed to take a drag after that bullshit. She reached into her pocket, and pulled out a cigarette, and found a side wall.

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Blood was dripping...

That bitch hit him in the mouth! All he wanted to do was show her a good time, and she gets violent? Fuck her. He was about to lose it. He stumbled into the darkness of the lumber mill. Stunned, but also feeling oddly [i]compelled[/i] to a point. The thoughts of rage for Claire was the only thing on his mind right now, and he would love to do nothing more than to show her who was boss.

Suddenly, a red light illuminated the room in an orange, bloody, glow. Everything was being covered in a bloody rust that engulfed all the objects in the room. Until there was nothing left. He felt a pain in his head like no other, like something was trying to force it's way in. Harming him in the process of the coercion. He turned his head as he looked around. The only thing not touched by the rust was... a lumber axe. An old one with a wooden handle that was still in usable condition, and a metal axe head. The second he gazed on it, he felt the pain disappear. As if it was an oasis in this sea of strange. 

He was compelled to touch it, to see what would happen. Immediately upon touching it, he felt a bliss overtake him. He picked the axe up and held it with two hands. Before he realized something.

[i]He can show that bitch who's boss, he can show them[/i] all [i]who's boss.[/i]