Ch8: Virginaly the Retarded

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The invites for the party were emailed. The gang made sure their elite squad all received one. That meant Tommy. Cat Girl was going—since Karl was working closely with her, he'd be involved. Vince was going to be there. Mini as well. A few of the lower ranked members were added for small errands.

Although a small errand for this assignment was actual admittance to the party. Anyone that didn't have to be there, wasn't.

Vince had a live feed of the cameras (implemented around the gay boy's house) on a few television screens pushed together, in a large room from one of his safe houses. A catering service was called and there were exquisite delicacies prepared in chrome containers, from large woks over open flames. Seared fish, grilled salmon coated with hot sauce, mayonnaise and parmesan cheese. There were a couple varieties of rice. French fries were salted with garlic, some portions with cheese and chives. A band was playing in the back yard. The safe house was quite large.

Tommy watched the television screens; the couches around him, the windows overlooking multi-million-dollar landscaping, the fish tank that was fashioned as a wall of the room, Tommy didn't really notice any of it. He watched the other portion of the party.

Mr. Kipples was there. The gay boy was trying to play with him. Mr. Kipples was scurrying away.

At some point one of the gang's lower ranked members walked in. Bald man, in his forties. Grey shirt with grey sweat pants. "Where's the beer?"

"In the kitchen," the gay boy replied.

The lower ranked member didn't waste time talking with him. Walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and drank a beer. Then he grabbed a second one.

Tommy looked at the kitchen of Vince's safe house, for no reason. From a brightly lit room, as he looked, Cat Girl walked towards him with two beers in hand.

"I have these beers Tommy. I haven't been eating any of your baby aspirin so if you don't take one from me, I'll drink both of them."

Tommy smiled and took a Stella Artois from Cat Girl. The taste was everything he needed in that moment.

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