An hour or so later, Duncan was able to pick the lock into Chris' room and with Alejandro behind him they closed the door behind them. The room was definitely very… Chris inspired, with busts of Chris' head, canned photoshoots of Chris and a mostly naked portage of Chris hanging by the head of his heart shaped bed.
Alejandro started looking around the room, "It's a wonder the tin can death trap can even fly with this room, wonder what he even has in here". He was only looking at the surface of the room so that he didn't leave a trace behind.
Duncan wasted no time giving the room a "deep clean", going into cabinets, drawers and even the closet. Behind all the clothes, was a locked cabinet where all the alcohol a 18 year old could want. Once he got it open and was admiring, he felt something on his shoulder and was pulled back out of the closet. "What the hell man, I just found the good stuff?"
"Look I don't know about you, but I would actually like to stay on this show and a chance to win!"
Duncan got up and brushed himself off, "look pretty boy, we'll be fine. There's no cameras here and who knows when anyone will be back"
"That's the thing though, we don't know when anyone will be back. So they can come back at any time, and we'll be caught. Again… I don't want to be thrown off the show"
Duncan, only half listening, grabs a bottle of Fireball and two shot glasses, "and again we'll be fine. We're one of the few people actually bringing in views to this shit show. So here, take a few shots and relax. Besides it was your idea to come into Chris' room". He said with a smirk
"Whoa hold on there amigo, I just said to come into his room, NOT to completely raid it.". Alejandro, frustrated, made his way over to the bed and collapsed on it. Duncan slithered his way next to the bed, shaking the bottle of Fireball by Alejandro's head. Turning his head he sat up and grabbed the bottle said "fuck it… fine I'll give in"