It was an average day in San Francisco as a rusty truck drove towards a peaceful apartment complex. It looked like some white trash bullshit, and it also was. "Well Max, here we are," Chloe said as she parked next to an apartment building that was way too nice looking for her to live in let alone afford. She ran over a mailbox and a small dog in addition to somehow taking up 5 parking spots. This was physically impossible, but neither of them pointed this out.
"Wait Chloe, we're not gonna break into someone's apartment again are we?" Max whined as she wiped copious amounts of sweat off her forehead. It was worth noting that both of them haven't bathed since leaving Arcadia Bay, and to make things worse Chloe's dump truck had no A/C and it was a really hot day in San Francisco. Basically, they looked and smelled like shit, which is nothing new for Chloe.
"Hella yes we are, Max. Stop being such a pussy. First you prevent me from stealing hella cash from charity, and now you are whining about this?" Chloe bitched like the bitch she is.
Max shuffled nervously. "Sorry Chloe, I did not mean to be a pussy. Let us wowser into this apartment posthaste!"
They opened the suspiciously unlocked door to the apartment and walked right into the living room. It was a cozy red room adorned by framed photos of spoons. It appeared as if no one was home, which made Max feel a little uneasy. But not Chloe since she takes everything, including Max, for granted. "Chloe, can't you hear that music playing upstairs? I think the people here are still home," Max said with a nervous tone. Chloe was not listening however, she was too busy "shaka-bra-ing" all over the couch.
Unfortunately for Chloe but nobody else in the entire universe, Chloe moshed too hard. She fell forward, smashing her head against the coffee table. Her head cracked open, getting blood and brains all over the cute fruit arrangement that had been set out on the table.
"Aw wowsers, well, looks like I better rewind to make Chloe not dead again," Max said to herself. She extended her arm and rewound time. At first she did not rewind it far enough and Chloe splattered her head everywhere once more. The seventeenth time she got it right, and decided she better warn Chloe. It would be rude to get blood all over someone's table, after all. "Chloe, stop doing that. Let's go investigate where the music is coming from."
"No Max, I am having a hella amazeballs time on this sofa," Chloe replied, oblivious to how close she was to death. Max sighed as fate took its course again, and rewound the event a few times for good measure and her own pleasure. Seventeen just wasn't quite enough.
"OK Chloe, I watched you die like, a lot of times. Please investigate this apartment with me now to not die," Max replied bluntly.
Instead of questioning why her friend would let her die like a lot of times like a normal person, Chloe mopily got down off the couch. "God Max, you're such a buzzkill like all the time. Like whenever you did not let me steal money from handicapped people."
"I'm sorry about that, Chloe. I know you could have used that money to pay off Frank. Anyway, we need to look around," Max said. She went up the spiral staircase by the wall, and Chloe soon followed.
Max noticed light coming from a small closet near the master bedroom, and peeked inside. She saw a young man sitting behind a group of monitors displaying different areas in and around the apartment. He was focused on said master bedroom, wiener in hand.
"Um, what the hella is this?" Chloe asked as she joined Max in the closet. "This kid is like a mini step-douche."
The young man quickly spun around in surprise, still jerkin' his gherkin, but soon relaxed as if this were a normal occurrence and went back to casually tugging on his frank and beans. "I just like to watch those guys," he stated matter-of-factly, "I've actually been watching them continuously for about two months now. You guys should-"
Max and Chloe came out of the closet, literally and metaphorically, without even bothering to see what was on the monitor he was paying attention to. Denny shrugged and turned back around to continue polishing his knob in peace.
Chloe pushed open the door to the master bedroom, and was completely unprepared for the sight that lay before her. She of course knew about various forms of penetration, however the sight of belly-button penetration was unbeknownst to her. While still just as shocked, Max snapped a quick photo to later use in her art project. The two star-crossed lovers engaged on the bed were still oblivious to the presence of the two art school rejects who had just entered the room.
Sounds of what could only be described as the most sensual music serenaded the room from the stereo atop the dresser. Chloe made a face of disgust and plugged her ears despite previously dancing and killing herself to this song. From downstairs, it sounded to her like the usual indie music crap she liked so much since it was muffled. Now that she could hear it, she felt lied to and betrayed.
Since her music taste was too underground to be on the radio, she turned off the stereo in the room and played her favorite hipster garbage music she likes really loud on her phone. The man continued the ol' innie-outie in-out on the woman's belly button despite the abrupt music change. As the only person with good music taste in the room, the lady stopped in disgust and looked up. "Johnny, who are those people?"
The man tried to keep thrusting into her belly button, but gave up when she stood up to stare at their new guests. His long black hair flowed over his shoulders beautifully, and Chloe found herself captivated by his firm ass cheeks.
"Hey guys, you know what they say, two's great, but four is a crowd," Johnny informed them with a laugh. Chloe fancied it to be a charming laugh, but Max was unsure if this man should be trusted.