Kenny popped another cheese puff into his mouth and banged the side of the monitor.
The picture still wouldn't show up.
Damnit, Kenny thought to himself. If Gale showed back up and it wasn't working, she'd kill him. Hell, she'd do worse than that.
He'd only started working for Gale six months ago after she fired the last guy, and boy, was she a cold-hearted bitch. Constantly nagging him about his weight and eating habits, which would make him even more stressed and caused him to eat even more junk food, which would make Gale even angrier.
He had considering quitting a week ago, and this story broke out; Gale was adamant that he stay to help her. She actually was kind to him, begging him to help her and she even offered to pay him a bit of a bigger cut.
Not much more than his already shitty pay, of course.
Over the months, Kenny had come to realize that Gale wasn't as evil as he had thought she was first meeting her. She did have a soft spot underneath that make-up and flashy, bitch exterior. Deep underneath all that bubbling rage that terrified the hell out of him.
Finally, Kenny wiggled the right wire and the TV came to life, showing the interior of the house in pristine quality.
"Thank God," Kenny muttered, sitting back to watch.
It looked like your average party. They were all draped around the living room, some on the floor, some on the sofas, all appearing to be staring right at the camera.
Must be watching a movie, he thought. Gale must have put the camera under the TV.
Suddenly, the sliding van door opened and Gale hopped in, startling Kenny.
She slid it shut and stared at the monitor.
"It's working!" she exclaimed exuberantly.
"Yep. Good placement and picture," Kenny said, adjusting a few more wires.
Even with the thirty second delay, Kenny could keep an eye on the screen and call her on her cell if anything important happened while Gale snooped around.
Gale grabbed Kenny by the arm, her eyes looking off dreamily into the distance, envisioning it.
"Kenny...has a cheesy tabloid journalist ever won the Pulitzer?" she asked.
"First time for everything," Kenny said.
"You're damn right," Gale said and bounded out of the van, sliding it shut.
She turned to face Dewey, who had been standing outside waiting.
"You ready to go look for that car?" Gale asked.
"Yep," he said, and they began to walk down the deserted country road, a shadowy figure watching from the trees...
The movie was about halfway through, and kids were starting to get restless. Randy was just spitting out random movie trivia the whole time, and everyone was meandering around, some were leaving, and going outside or upstairs to make out.
Sidney stood up from the couch. Where the hell was Tatum? Hadn't she gone off to get more beer?
Stu was over on the adjacent couch; surrounded by drunk girls as they were dying laughing at his corny jokes.
But Tatum was nowhere in sight.
Sidney walked into the foyer and glanced around.
"Tatum!" Sidney called. No answer. She wasn't in the kitchen either.
