It reeked and made you wanna gag. A drunk male was pissing all over the floor and urinal, there was a condom hanging from the ceiling and the skanky hippo was back with star tits and a thong on the bathroom stall. You popped your head into the room and saw you were inside the men's bathroom. You saw Douchebag had already climbed through the open window. You climbed on top of the broken telephone box and onto the trashcan. What would happen if, next time, he ran out? Maybe you should start packing a med kit just in case?
You really got worried whenever he did that.
Scott quickly injected more insulin into his body and panted. He twitched before letting out a yell, dug his hands into the cement and ripped the telephone out of the ground so that it laid against the trash can. "Oh, of course! Stand aside, Sidekick, (Y/n)!" He pulled out his apple juice box and sipped from it. "What about using that telephone box?" You tilted your head towards the metal box and Scott's eye lit up. "Great detective work, Sidekick! Now we just need a way up there!" The lid fell down and revealed the window for your eyes to see. Douche saw a window behind the lid of an open dumpster and kicked it. Scott then took the lead and looked around the sides of the building hoping to find a way to enter the strip club. Douche took your hand and pulled you outside of the club with Scott following right behind. You felt uncomfortable that he assumed you were here to audition and half of you wanted to smack the man across the face multiple times with your tripod. You slipped behind Douche, wanting to avoid this man at all costs. "Auditions aren't until next week, girly." He sneered at you. The older man's glare then shifted up from his magazine to you. "Hey, there's fucking sweet hot tits back there and you're too young to see 'em, so fuck off!" He yelled, putting his toothpick back in his mouth and going back to reading his sports magazine. Douche walked up to the bigger male and stared at him. Captain Diabetes moved aside and thought for a moment. These questions occupied your thoughts for a moment before the man behind the velvet rope started to threaten to throw you out. Why is that hippo wearing a thong? Why a hippo? Who made this poster and why? Is there supposed to be meaning behind this? How many more questions am I gonna come up with? Probably a lot. You scrunched your nose and tried turning your attention to keep your mind off the toxic smell. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes wafted out into the front of the building. At the entrance, you could hear the faint music playing from deeper inside the club. You jumped when Douche put his hand on your shoulder and led you to the entrance of the Peppermint Hippo. You knew that there would be some disgusting shit in there that you'd never be able to forget. You looked up at the building, slight disgust written across your face.
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