Biker Group

*Masoua follows, letting out a slow, low whistle at the mess.* What the hell happened here? *Cinci pushes past them both, his gaze sweeping the room.* Check the bedroom. Now.

*Aslan is at your side in an instant, dropping to his knees. His hand goes to your neck, checking for a pulse.* He's not breathing. Mas, call 911. Now!

...

*I drink it in one gulp before going to a higher status office*

One sec I don’t know what I did lemme find a private-

*A private rushes over* Sir! You challenged the general to- *Masofa leans in eagerly* WHAT?! *The private whispers* A karaoke battle. *Aslan stares* Rayz grins*Musical warfare.

*I walk to the chip aisle*

*Rayz looks over at you, and snickers* "Dude, I think she's buying a midnight snack."

*I grab some Takis*