After learning the house he was at was the wrong house Marcel looked a bit annoyed before putting his cell away.... "Shoot I forgot the beer!" With that Marcel jumped into his truck and took off towards the store to pick up a 18 pack of beer and some jimmy jackets... "Shoot! knowin' Dukey he's got a girl laid up in there and one fer me to.." With that Marcel headed up to 96 Maple Run Lane. Upon finding the place Marcel pulled in quiet like due to the fact it was still night.<br/><br/>"Hmph... with all them lights out I should probably give em a ring..... just ta let em know I'm here...." With the accuracy of a kid with butter on their hands Marcel whipped out his cell as it flew to the floorboard of the truck. "Shoot... now this is gonna be more difficult to find than a hillbilly that ain't touched their sister. Oh well best ta start lookin'!"