Officer Cornelius glared at the annoying man in front of him, quickly looking him up and down. He did not recognize him, unlike Ms. Andrews, who was apparently one of the workers here. He remembered that he had investigated claims of alcoholic substance at the last prom, and in the process tried to prevent illicit fraternizing among the students. The look that Ms. Andrews shot him indicated that she remembered too. He was glad that she left, he did not want to deal with her right now. But what was she doing with... was that Caleb Hanson? The quarterback? He would have to take a closer look. Perhaps this place was a cover for some sort of illegal prostitution ring! But first he had to get rid of this guy.<br/><br/>"My good citizen." He began, emphasizing his aristocratic accent as much as possible. "While the effort to dissuade me is admirable, you have forgotten that I too can read, and the hours of operations are clearly listed upon that door. Unless the owner lives here: no one could possibly be here at that hour besides security guards. Besides, you are clearly not an employee. What would you know of the boss's hours?" Few things annoyed Cornelius as much as people thinking he was stupid. Just because he had hid in a locker for three hours when a girl had asked him out Senior year did not mean that he was a moron! Neither did all those other... things that had happened back during<del> purgatory</del>high school. Not that this guy could have known that story... The police officer shook his head. "Please return to your vehicle. I need to find the owner to slap a fine on this place for being in violation of four different regulations: Code 4-96 Subsection B, Code 4-97 Subsection A, Code 5-32 Subsection D, and Code 5-33 Subsection C. If my suspicions as to the nature of this institution re correct, it may need more than just a fine."<br/><br/>Cornelius's main weakness, other than an irrational fear of girls, was a tendency to begin rambling on for far too long. At once the Officer realized that he had been lecturing the wrong guy. "Um, err..." He stammered fora moment. "Forgive me, if the owner is out, I need to find a manager." He tried to go around the muscular Asian(?) to enter the office. This place was very suspicious.