"Holy Shit, Amy!"
I awoke to loud shouts down the hall. What the fuck is this ape shit nonsense at noon? Haven't all the animals been fed and put back in their cages? What sort of maniac is now on the loose? I pulled on some khakis and my BDU top and wandered down through the kitchen when I realized the scene that was awaiting me. I failed to recall the problem with body placement last evening and how the dart room was devoid of Benny when we migrated that way after our shots of Tequila.
Hell, I wasn't on much more than cruise control at that point anyway and this was by no means anyone's fault. It was, however, going to be an enjoyable experience.
I passed through the beads to hear Edwards shouting, "Holy shit, Amy," and the laughter of several girls that were awakening from their sleeping spots around the dart room.
I looked at the scene and could find no words. Amy was slicked over by horror and FEAR. Benny was rubbing his temples in a vain attempt at recollection. So the only thoughts that quickly rammed into my mind were, "Anyone in the mood for some breakfast? The Princess? My treat."