Bad Night

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"gay gay homosexual gay" - live action death note

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I watch as his gaze flickers around at whatever is outside, and I lean in to look as well.

There are palm trees that reach up, and glamorous colored lighting up, highlighting the stunning architecture that makes up the building. The lake and pools surrounding the building like a moat, yet also for decor, have loud fountains with graceful rushing water.

It all takes my breath away, it's totally opposite to the building that Brandon's Mafia uses. This one is basically a resort!

I can't help but kind of get excited by looking at all this, and Brandon notices, scoffing and looking away angrily.

"These bastards, always outdoing the competition. They've always been so stuck up about themselves and their success, that's why they have such a luxurious base. It's ridiculous.." He says, sounding almost... Jealous?

"..Maybe it's because they earned it-?" I respond. He suddenly looks up at me bewildered as he stammers.

"What-?! No they-! Ugh, of course they're successful but they're arrogant! Always flexing how much they have, it's so-! So stupid!" He blurts out, getting quite defensive. I can't help but laugh.

"Phfffff, your just jealous!" I taunt.

"WHAT-?! What are you even saying?!" He says, quite taken aback. "I-i would never I'm-! We're just as successful as them, what do I have to be jealous of-! Ugh, a commoner like you wouldn't understand this kind of business. You just like the base that has more visual appeal, huh?"

"..uh, yeah." I nod.

"...Hah-" He chuckles. "Ah, your insufferable. That's cute."

I blush and chuckle as well, but our moment is interrupted when Brandon gets a message on his phone. His face goes back to being stern and serious when he sees it.

"..Hm. Even the back is highly secure. That's not unexpected but, strange. Did they expect us-?" He mutters to himself.

"..Uhm.. Maybe it's because they're partying?" I say.

"Timmy, the time has already passed for your antics." He scolds me.

"..No but like.. really. Look closer." I say, pointing out the window.

Outside, at a better view of the property, we can see that there is, in fact, a party happening. People swimming in the massive pool, crowds of people in party clothes enjoying beverages, and music pumping from a DJ booth where people are dancing and twerking. I can hear the clap of the bootie cheeks from here!

Brandon is dumbfounded for a moment as he pulls out some binoculars, scanning at it further.

"..Holy shit your right. Why the fuck are they partying?" He says, baffled. "They seriously are brainless aren't they.."

".. it looks like fun.." I pout. I wanna twerk too..

He suddenly flinches, spotting something.

"..What is it?" I ask.

"..It's.. it's her." He hisses. He then puts down the binoculars and calls Sokka.

"Sokka, she's on the 3rd floor balcony. ..Chilling, for some reason. ..Yes, she's the target. I expect she won't be happy that we're going to crash her party but.. What? What do you mean?" He goes silent as he listens for a moment. "..No that's a terrible idea! ..I know they'll overpower us if we get caught but-! ..Sokka no, if that goes wrong then-!"