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[color=slategray][sub]Featuring: [color=7A7690][b]Gary Reynolds[/b][/color]
Location: The Party
Time: Party Time, Bitch[/sub][/color][/center][hr][hr]


The security guards at the boarding ramp, after seeing rich kid dressed for a party after rich kid dressed as a party, would then be faced with messy, wet hair, a stubbly beard that seemed unkempt and unshaven by accident rather than choice, and was wearing a black t-shirt, baggy jeans held up badly by a studded belt, and vans. He was also heavily tattooed. He greeted the guards with an enthusiastic clap of his hands and a grin.

[color=7A7690][b]"Yeah! Alright! This is gonna be one mean fucker of a party!"[/b][/color]

As he then learned over to sign the guestbook, the guards shared a look over his head, as if to say 'Why were we given orders to let everybody on?' Gary was what you got if you asked a random bouncer to design the ultimate 'little shit who needs to be kicked out on sight'. Sure enough, within full view of the guards, he took a small handful of pills from the nearest dispenser, looked the guard in the eye who was still disdainfully watching him, and swallowed the pills, giving the guard a cheeky parting double eyebrow raise as he turned and headed further into the boat.