<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">original</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=255198.msg12620671#msg12620671">Quote from: KirbysFolly on 02-09-2016, 09:46:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"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/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br/>He got that a lot. He looked like Donald Glover to some extent, more-so to the inebriated, which he seems to be in constant contact with one way or another. And the irony isn’t lost on him. He often listens to Glover’s Hip-Hop project Childish Gambino, and wears some of his apparel. The million-Dollar question, how to respond to this guy on the bus? With a smirk, he could either ruin this guy’s night, or just keep it moving…<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Meh, that's no fun.</div><div class="spoiler_body">1d6 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=93896). See the OOC (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=254792.msg12620712#msg12620712) for potential options.</div></div><br/>“Yeah, I get that a lot. Don’t know who though.”<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Disguise Check</div><div class="spoiler_body">5d10e+10 tn1: 8 Total: 0 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=93897)</div></div><br/>Well, that was fun… Texting Alyson back, “{Hey, I’m 21. You came to the party. Had 3 DJ’s cuz I’m cool like that.}” Sent. Oh yeah, that’s why she didn’t remember. “{It was when that hot blonde chick with purple streaks hit on your drunk ass. How’d that play out anyway? Details plz, pics if necessary :D}”<br/><br/>Hopping off of the bus, he headed about another 5 minutes to see Sam, hulking around, scaring the nervous “kids” running into the Candy Bar. It’s all a rouse, he’s pretty chill.<br/><br/>Giving him a pat on the shoulder, Tyson replied, “shit, you tell me, dude. Magic sent me a text saying it’s about to go down. Gave me the keys to the kingdom for the night. Where’s the keys to the main office? Any manager come in anyway? Wouldn’t expect Jasper to pop up, or anything other than a his cork…”<br/><br/>On the topic of Magic, he texted his boss to confirm: “{Made it. What’s the mission?}”<br/><br/>While texting Magic Mike, he kept talking to Sam, stepping to the side in case any other customers were coming in. “So, yeah. Lindsay’s on the bar, who’s on the deck? DJ Sly? I’ma need you to place someone else on the door for a min', I need you to poke your head into the dressing room for me. Heard their’s some drama, or some shit?”<br/><br/>It’s ironic that Ty didn’t just walk into the dressing room himself. They are strippers, who get PAID to have no clothes on. Guess it’s a matter of respect, or at least courtesy on his part at least. It is always a fun surprise when he gets access to the free show.<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Like he had seen</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.gifntext.com/126928-knock-knock-are-you-decent-abso-lute-ly.gif)</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">in a movie once...</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.gifntext.com/126947-totes-chill-ehhgggg-uhhh-mm-totes-chill.gif)</div></div><br/>He’d have to curb it tonight, though. The last thing he needs is that darkness creeping up on him tonight…<br/><br/>As he began to walk in, Tyson remembered ”Oh, hey Sam? So I brought my multitool because, reasons. Can I keep it, or do I need to pass it to you? I’ma need it back though.”