[center][color=fff79a][h1]Stretch[/h1][/color][b]Mission Assignment: Operation Buzzkill
Location: Rainy Day Nightclub[/b]
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Stretch walked in with the group into the nightclub, feeling the full brunt of the nightclub's noise and air. To say the atmosphere was lively was an understatement. To Stretch, the nightclub literally felt like being inside a thunderstorm. The music was thunderous, the air was thick with moisture, and he thought he could feel static in the air despite his semi-nonorganic nature. In other words, Stretch loved it. He had spent many days simply wasting away at home, at his part-time job, or on relatively low-level missions, and such activities bored him to tears. In contrast, the night club itself was an overdose of excitement and euphoria, threatening to envelop his mind in its atmosphere. Sadly, he was still on a mission, so he kept his enjoyment to a minimum.

Following Carmilla to the bar, Stretch couldn't help but stare at her. He had read what publicly accessible files he could find of everyone in his team prior to the mission date. Out of everyone, her information interested him the most. Much of it was confusing, particularly with the time periods and her age conflicting, and various bits of unfamiliar terminology in the documents. The important bit, however, was that she was much older than she looked. He was only beginning to feel the effect that a long lifespan had on his psyche, and was lost in his own life. Although it was clear she had taken a much different path in life than he did, perhaps she would have some of the answers he was seeking. 

Sitting down on a stool, Stretch gestured to the bartender and ordered a shot of the same drink Carmilla had. Giving it a curious look, he proceeded to down it, and almost immediately felt it like a film covering his brain. He normally didn't feel the effects of alcohol, but this concoction was clearly of a different sort. He placed his head on his left hand, feeling the dizziness take him, but thanks to his body's abilities, it soon passed. Looking back at Carmilla, he asked, "[color=fff79a]Ms. Milla, how did you stomach this poison?[/color]"