Nude East Ireland wrote:Damien looked at Lewis. He had a bunch of weapons now, and I already edited the other post out, so fuck off. Anyways, he had a shotgun, and was kind of surprised by Lewis' entrance, but then again, he'd seen more surprising. "Lewis, do I look like I know what the fuck is going on? Clearly Crowley fucked up. Again. It's confusing with that bastard. He sleeps with teenage boys, you know. It's not like I don't have cameras around the school. I get around. Anyways, who farted in the ventilation shafts?"
"Ye' have cameras?" Lewis asked, "Well, look at 'em! We need to know what's happening out there before we do anythin'.
I saw Pierre break out of the school and run back in. The gas is everywhere, and there's gotta' be somethin' else to scare him away."
Lewis pulled out Banjie and nervously began to strum "Smoke on the Water", which makes no damn sense because that song's played on a guitar instead of the banjo. He looked nervously around. Could he really trust Damien? For all he knew, he was responsible for the gas. It seemed like something he would do, as long as there was a profit. But what could he gain? Was Gram still in the school?
"I think they're here for Gram," Lewis said, not speaking his other suspicion.