Biker Group

*Rayz notices him first and nudges Masoua, who then nudges Aslan, who then nudges Cinci, who then nudges Rayz, who then nudges Masoua, who then nudges Aslan, who then nudges Cinci, who then nudges Rayz, who then nudges Masoua, who then nudges Aslan, who then nudges Cinci, who then nudges Rayz, who then nudges Masoua, who then nudges Aslan, who then nudges Cinci, who then nudges Rayz, who then nudges Masoua, who then nudges Aslan, who then nudges Cinci, who then nudges Rayz, who then nudges Masoua, who then nudges Aslan, who then nudges Cinci, who then nudges Rayz, who then nudges Masoua, who then nudges Aslan, who then nudges Cinci, who then nudges Rayz, who then nudges Masoua, who then nudges Aslan, who then nudges Cinci, who then nudges Rayz, who then nudges Masoua, who then nudges Aslan, who then nudges Cinci, who then nudges Rayz

*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.