<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Original</div><div class="spoiler_body">Whatever was inside the box slid around just a little when Tyson shook it, but nothing vibrated.<br/><br/>"Hey, I'm not a cameraman, I've got drinks to serve," Lindsay protested when he handed the DJ's phone off to her. The empty bar and cups full of soda put the lie to that complaint though, and she took the phone from him anyway, checking the screen to see if the settings would be okay. She absentmindedly passed off a semi-sharp knife to him to open the box.<br/><br/>Inside the box was another box. This one was made of a cheap wood, with an equally cheap hinge running along the back, so that the top could be flipped up to open it. It looked like the only thing keeping the lid shut was the cardboard box it had been in, and gravity, since there was no latch. It filled the cardboard just about completely.<br/><br/>Back at the DJ's booth, the DJ gave Tyson a quick overview of the console, which didn't contain any surprises. Tyson had worked with this stuff before, and probably would have been able to figure it out faster if he'd just been left alone to glance over it.<br/><br/>His phone vibrated again, another message from Alyson. {"Desiree told you this? What did I tell you about her? Jesus, probably one of her rotating boyfriends hit her, and she got pissed at Jasper, decided to put this on him. Jasper is shit, but he ain't interested in any of the girls there, trust me."}<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the DJ wasn't giving him much to work with while they waited. "Man, I ain't stupid enough to talk crap about my boss, no matter where he is. Night's been weird, that's all I'm gonna say."<br/></div></div><br/>"{Aye tranfers her or fire her, idgaf. My job was keep her from walking,, and she dont wanna work for Jasper. Check it out w Lindsay.}"<br/><br/>Tyson placed his phone on the side of the DJ booth, hopefully avoiding any of the crap politics about this place.<em>So Alyson meant that the chick was literally on coke...</em>With a now open box in hand, he looks into the package and finds... another box... I hope it's not that Russian Doll bullshit... He then opens that one, directing the top away from his face in case something popped out or blew up. Assuming it didn't he took a look into that box as well.<br/><br/>Cinnamon's songs were almost up, so Tyson got into position on the lighting console, ready to make this look good for the two ladies.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Improv Expression roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2016-09-19 03:52:54, tyr4n02r (uid: 58271) rolls: 6d10e10 Result: 3 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=94767) Damn it's hard to format that right into Dicebot...</div></div><br/>The DJ's voice boomed over the system, "And now, we have a special performance for you tonight..."