As soon as Alexis' device had tumbled the lock open, Lana turned the knob and flashed a smile and a wink at her roommate and best friend. "Shall we put the fear of God into Mr. Keegan?" she asked jokingly before pushing the door open.<br/><br/>The first thing she noticed, was in fact the TV was on and it was ridiculously loud and there was some sort of groupsex orgy going off onscreen. Though against standard practice, Lana closed the door behind them so that the noise of the TV wouldn't get louder, and no passing children would get an eyeful of the threesome that was sprawled across the fifty inch widescreen. As soon as she closed the door, she called out. "Mister Keegan? Mister Keegan?" she then said, getting a little louder as she casually walked around the sofa, then glancing over to the side, saw a body length mirror mounted on one of the closets. She snapped her fingers, gaining Alexis' attention and pointed at the mirror was which was showing a reflection of the two of them. "We look totally geek chic you know that?" she decided to comment offhand.<br/><br/>Truth was, people occasionally complimented Lana on looking cute, adorable and even sexy, but she was way too paranoid and self conscious about her appearance to think that she was that cute. But she freely expressed how hot she was to Alexis, since she was a friend after all. It was just one of those things, where the introverted and socially awkward girls often subconsciously convinced themselves against prevailing opinion that they couldn't be as physically attractive as some or many people stated she was. It had nothing to do with being bashful or a tease or Hollywood Homely or nonsense like that, Lana just had that psychological quirk that a lot of girls did but unlike with many of them, she didn't dwell on it that much. Lana had other interests besides proving her attractiveness to men.<br/><br/>Her current interest though was turning off the threesome porn that was still playing and wondering why the hell Mr. Keegan wasn't even here.<br/><br/>"I'll turn off the TV," Lana said, rounding the sofa and looking at the array of remote controls, each one controlling a different peripheral. "Game console. Sound system. Media player. Television. Satellite TV," she muttered, realizing Keegan must've been somewhat well off. His electronics after all were top notch. "Must be this one," she then said, picking up the Sat TV remote and aiming it at the TV. But instead of turning the TV off, she switched it to mute and smirked to herself. "Let's see what else Mr. Keegan has been watching," she said loud enough that Alexis could hear her. "Don't worry, I'm practicing my detective work Alex," she then explained, as she clicked another button which brought up a program history of shows he had recorded or ordered.<br/><br/>"Porno. Porno. Porno..." Lana then said mockingly. "This guy really likes his girls in pairs. We should've come here alone, just in case," she joked, laughing at the thought that either of them, especially together, could be somehow threatened by some randy wanker like Mr. Marcus Keegan was turning out to be. She turned off the TV and then glanced at his DVD... no wait... it was a Blu-ray collection and tilted her head sideways to read the titles. "His taste in films is a little better. Lot of Michael Mann films. He seems to like his crime films." She paused, as if she had just experienced an epiphany and stood straight again as if she was suspecting something more sinister now. "I bet this guy is a jewel thief," she then said sarcastically, showing her detective instincts were in fact, quite nascent.<br/><br/>She realized they should be leaving, especially with finals and whatnot, plus with the TV off, there was really no reason for them to be here. But she couldn't help but have some fun while the porn lover was away. "Hey Lex... did you wanna chekc the bedroom or should I?" she asked, not even mentioning the obvious option that they shouldn't even bother and just leave. Then again, there was another option. "Or maybe we should check it out together," she then said. "Just in case his inflatable sex doll falls out of a closet and attacks us."<br/><br/>She then noticed he had left a GPS on the top of the blu-ray tower and started to ponder whether checking it out would be considered snooping or not. Then again, finding out where Keegan worked to afford all of this stuff, as well as the hang outs of the porn obsessed crowd, might be of juvenile interest to her.