<strong>Tyson:</strong><br/><br/>"Heyyy man, ain't you that... I know... you look like that one guy. From TV." Drunk people were far from uncommon on the bus, especially in the U-District, but the man standing near the back door of the bus had certainly gotten an early start on it. He gave Tyson another squinting glance, before leaning his head against the pole again.<br/><br/>Another text from Magic Mike came through. "sam has the door tonight." Sammy was a mountain of a man, Maori, with a thick Kiwi accent. He was at least 6'9", and had the bulk of a man who loved exercising and eating equally. His perpetual baby-face and friendliness made him quite the hit with ladies, but Tyson also knew that he was both gay and in a happy long-term relationship. He'd spoken with the other man all of three times, maybe. Again, quite friendly. He definitely knew who Ty was, and wouldn't give him any trouble at the door.<br/><br/>Right after that text, Alyson's reply came back. ";P Lindsay drew the short straw last week, she's working Tuesday. She better not give you any drinks though, Tuesday is underage night." The place still made some money on soda, and state law required them to serve food while open, so somebody had to man the front, even if they weren't going to be killing it on drink sales.<br/><br/>As he got off the bus, the drunken man suddenly realized he was leaving. "Hey! Do-" The doors closed in his face, and with a cough of exhaust, the bus moved on. It was a short walk to the club, and the evening was cool, but not cold yet. Up ahead, Sammy waved a pair of over-excited freshmen through the door, and resumed his stance out front.<br/><br/>"Hey, Ty-dy. What's happening, mate?" The other man gave Tyson a friendly smile and nod as he approached.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Sun-hwa:</strong><br/><br/>Alice was a<em>tiny</em>bit off on the address, it was actually at 3404. However, the bus stopped right in front of the place, and there was a massive gray stone with a sign embedded in the front declaring the place to be Grayrock Apartments. The complex was walled in by a hedge about 20 feet tall, with the tops of each building poking over the hedge like a curious child looking over a fence. As Sun-hwa walked up the drive into the complex, she could see down the row of buildings. A couple sat outside on the patio behind their apartment, and the woman gave her a friendly wave. A sign just inside gave directions to various buildings and the administrative offices.<br/><br/>The place looked fairly nice. It wasn't luxury, certainly, but there were definitely worse complexes in the city.<br/><br/>May's building was in the corner of the complex, one of the two ground-floor units. The entrance, with a solid wooden door with a silver '11' on the front, and a window about six inches wide next to it, was mostly blocked from view by the fence containing the dumpsters. There was no doorbell buzzer, and nobody replied to her knock. It looked like there was a light on inside, but with the blinds on the window closed, Sun-hwa couldn't be sure.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">If Sun-hwa tries the door</div><div class="spoiler_body">If she tries to open the door, the handle turns, but the door won't budge. It looks like the deadbolt is flipped.</div></div><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Jessie:</strong><br/><br/>"Oh I really hope not. The professor is, like, a 60 year old woman." Angie made a disgusted face and laughed. She scooped up her own light jacket, and locked the door behind them as they left.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I think the only dress code they have is for the employees." She grinned as she led the way to her battered blue Focus, a gift from her parents when she had moved out to go to school. The drive to the club was fairly short, and parking was easy to find on a Tuesday evening. The huge man at the door greeted them with an equally huge smile, quickly checked their IDs, collected a $5 and a $10 from Angie for the door fee, and let the three of them inside.<br/><br/>"He's cute," muttered Nadia in Jessie's ear, shortly before every reasonably loud noise was drowned out by the DJ over the speakers.<br/><br/>"GENTLEMEN," he began, as the trio rounded the corner. "AND LADIES!" From the booth, they could see the man gesture at them, waving one arm out to welcome them. "PLEASE GIVE IT UP FOR CINNAMOOOOOON! Music began blaring out of the speakers, replacing the much more reasonable background noise that had been previously playing. From the corner of the floor, at a table with a few empty chairs around it, another woman about their age stood up and began waving her hand over her head to get their attention. She had a very self-satisfied expression on her face.<br/><br/>"Ugh, there she is," Angie shouted over the song. She threaded her way through tables and around a waitress carrying a plate of nachos and questionable hot wings to a foursome of guys engaged in a very serious shouted conversation near the stage.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Abraham:</strong><br/><br/>"Sure," Red nonchalantly shrugged off his thanks. "I figure I have to be your only friend, I probably should make sure you don't starve on accident, too." She grinned up at him as she teased, and fiddled with a loose handle on one of the drawers.<br/><br/>She looked a little disappointed as he told her to avoid the boathouse for a bit, but not particularly surprised. However, the key he produced definitely did the trick. Her eyebrows jumped for her hairline, and she blinked. "For real? You sure? I mean, I'll try and find some place else to stay first, you know." It was quite likely that nobody had ever given her a key to any place before.<br/><br/>She thought for a moment after he asked about Kamin, her brow furrowing. "No, I don't think so. I'll ask around though. Just keep it quiet, or keep it real quiet?"<br/><br/>The handle of the drawer squeaked a little as she turned it, over and over, while she scarfed down the three slices of pizza she had for herself, displaying that knack for eating absurd amounts of food that every teenager seemed to have. She wiped her face on the sleeve of her tattered hoodie, and looked around the floor for a moment. Maybe she thought she was being casual, but it was painfully obvious to Bram that she was thinking about something. "So, you gettin' up to some rough shit soon, then?" she asked in a quiet voice.