That Flash Bastard in the Bentley

Welcome.

[txt] I hope. Probably. I just hope that’ll be good enough. [txt] I didn’t even do anything wrong. [txt] I’m too handsome for jail.

[txt] Great. [txt] Claudia is going to get me jailed.

[txt] I mean it should be fine. [txt] It’s not the first time I don’t remember cleaning up and it never backfired. [txt] So hopefully? 2 minutes later [txt] I’m so fucked aren’t I?

[txt] Uh. [txt] I guess it kind of means that I don’t [txt] know. [txt] The night’s kind of blurry.

I hope. It really felt like they were trying to catch me lying. I really hope this is the last of it.

What didn’t they want to know? It was a pretty long interrogation.

Yeah. This is going to be, uh….interesting, I guess.

I love being dragged away from the Sims in order to undergo police interrogation.

[PM] Maybe? Probably. I don’t know, I left Night Island the night after the party and I haven’t exactly been communicating with the staff there so if people came knocking, I don’t know.

[PM] Hey can you do me a favour and remind me what a goddamn mess this was next time I’m thinking of a party?

[PM] Well since it’s probably best to just leave it be I think that’s what I’m going to do. [PM] Let’s just hope I cleaned up well enough during the party and that he forgets about this.

[PM] He could tip someone off though, which is what I’m worried about. [PM] I probably should’ve just left this be but it’s too late now.

[PM] I want to avoid this blowing up in my face in the form of some sort of investigation, mostly. I’d leave it be but I’m not comfortable with some sort of hacker looking into me digitally..