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[color=d4af37][b]Location:[/b] Hallway[/color] [color=000000][b]|[/b][/color] [color=d4af37][b]Interaction:[/b] General/Open[/color][/center]

Xander stood outside, silent panic creeping up on him as he saw Scott breach the threshold of the horrific place.  He looked at the beer in his hand and then back up at the dark windows of the second story.  As much as the gang was already poking at Adam, he knew if he chickened out, he wouldn't hear the end of it.

With a clumsy pop of the beer can's top, Xander began drinking as quickly as he could, hoping for a bit of liquid courage.  After a hearty 2 seconds, he came up for air with a dramatic gasp.  Chugging was not his strong suit. This was going to have to be a drink to-go.  With each advancing step toward the house's entrance, he took another sip.

Scott had mentioned the paintings on the hallway walls.  Xander looked at them... and froze.

"[color=d4af37]Dude...[/color]" he managed to mutter.  "[color=d4af37]DUDE!  Fuck this, man!  Do you see this shit?![/color]" He motioned with his beer hand, pointing to the aging, creepy clown paintings.  "[color=d4af37]You know what kind of sick fucks have clown paintings in their house?  [i]OTHER FUCKING CLOWNS![/i][/color]" He forced himself to take another toddler sized gulp of the brew.  "[color=d4af37]I knew this was going to be some bullshit,[/color]" he said in a loud whisper to himself while simultaneously rattling off a chain of several creative and vulgar curse words in his head.