#crashrp

Larry didn't usually leave work this late, but he'd volunteered after his boss promised free pizza for a week if he stayed to help clean up. Larry always had been weak for free pizza.

The only problem was that now it was nearing 11:00 PM and he was still a long way from the warehouse. This part of the city was a bit rough at night. He was glad he'd had his sword in his locker. It made him feel a little safer to have it on his person. At least he had the route memorized. He was preoccupied with feeling more paranoid than he'd been in months, jumping at shadows as if he'd just arrived.

“Hmm...what to wear to the gala. Don’t got a lot of ‘fancy’ clothes but maybe my old flight attendant uniform will work”

*ring ring*

“Hullo? OH! Hey Number 1! Howzit goin’? We what? Wait staff? Uniform? But I was-oh you too? Yeeeah...well I guess I’ll see ya’ there!”

“Well I guess that makes THAT easy. Seems me and the others are gonna be the wait staff at the gala...in bunny suits...number 1 said my uniform was by the door...”

“WHAT?! You don’t say? YOU DON’T SAY!? Uh-huh. Catch ya’ later, brah!”

*click*

“Huh? Dingo? You say somethin’?”