<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">original</div><div class="spoiler_body">"Sooner is better than later, but you don't need to race. 15 minutes is fine. Just try an' sort shit out there, I don't want this girl walking. Sounds like one of them is freaking out, I don't think she's gonna get violent or nothing."<br/><br/>A minute later, with Ty's texts sent, a reply came back. "i dont care if hes a dickhed if he can keep the place running without to much drama he can fuck all the strippers he wants"<br/><br/>Right after he sent the picture to Alyson, his phone went off again. Another text, this time from Alyson.<br/><br/>"oh my god he just told me I HAVE to get a cell phone holster because they're so convenient. Valerie (Cinnamon) and Cassie (Lacie) are fucking drama, watch out for them. esp if they're getting along. Desiree is fucking on coke, don't even give her the time of day trust. me. and unless you feel like fucking half of Port Grace and a third of Portland, stay away from Charity. also don't call her Emily or she'll go for your eyes. the other girls are mostly fine."<br/><br/>a moment later, and he had another. "haha, you better watch yourself, I'll have you locked up in one of these cages here"<br/></div></div><br/>Grabbing his phone and sliding the keyboard down "{On it. Expect a text in about 20.}" In his room, he opened the top drawer beside the closet and yanked out another beater, this time black. A brief dab of Tom's Unscented deodorant later, he walked back to the kitchen counter just as the replies started to buzz in from Valerie. Cages, huh? I got a reply for that.<br/><br/>Leaving the kevlar leaned up against the sofa, he tossed on the undershirt and buttoned up the blue shirt with horizontal stripes. Grabbing his hoodie, lanyard with his keys, wallet with his bus pass, phone and multitool, he headed to the backside of the building, choosing to take the stairs, as they were closer to the door nearest the bus stop. Timing it near perfectly, he saw that the bus was only two blocks back.<br/><br/>Looking at the time, he sent a text back to Magic Mike "{Got on bus, 15-20 away.}" Thinking that they may not let him in with his multitool, he then sent "{Who's on the door tonight?}" Now, back to Alyson.<br/><br/>The bus approached and stopped, as Tyson swiped his card on the device and took a seat towards the middle. He flipped his phone out to view the browser, searching for a particular picture. Found it. Smirking, mainly to himself, "{CAGES?!? How come I never show up on those nights?!?}"  he sent, along with<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">the image.</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://eclectikrelaxation.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/koolaid.jpg)</div></div>"{Whose on the bar tonight? They worth anything, or is it more Pissweiser?}" Sent.<br/><br/>"Here's to hoping for a peaceful night..."