A/N: I've tallied the votes and, so far, G!P Tori is winning.
"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!" I scream as I bang on it for the fifth time. Before, I was going to castrate him. Now, I'm gonna fucking maim and kill this bastard.
"Jade, calm down. His parents might hear and come out and question us. And I don't know about you, but I don't want to have to explain the situation." Vega. Always the voice of reason. She managed to quell my anger, temporarily. But I still have questions that I want answered.
"Okay then. Looks like we're doing this the hard way," I say as I grab the spare key from behind Beck's trailer tire. Not even The Scissoring could capture the horrors I plan on inflicting on Beck. Who..apparently...isn't here?
"Beck's not here," Vega says.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious. The real question is: Where the heck is Beck?"
Vega giggles, "Hehe, that rhymed."
I give her a deadpan stare. "You're starting to sound like Cat."
"Hey! Okay, okay, I'll get more serious. Maybe he suspected we were coming and fled the scene?"
"Nah, that's not Beck's style. He's not the scaredy wuss that Andre is. He pro—"
My sentence is cut short by Vega's phone ringing. "LA Police Department?"
"Put it on speaker," I tell her.
"Tori! Thank god you picked up. I've been trying to call you guys since last night but no one picked up."
"Sikowitz?" we ask at the same time.
"Yeppidy-do-daw. And I need you girls to bail me out of jail."
...
Thankfully, we had enough money to bail Sikowitz out. But there are still questions left unanswered.
"Why were you in jail?" Vega asks.
Sikowitz's face turns angry. "It was Beck!"
I have to restrain myself from laughing. "Beck got you locked up?"
"Yes! He stole my special coconut juice. When I went to tell the police about my stolen property, they arrested me for possession of illegal substances!"
"Coconut juice is an illegal substance?" Vega asks.
Sikowitz scans the area, looking for any eavesdroppers. "The kind that I have, yes."
I quirk an eyebrow. "What kind do you have?"
"If I told you, I'd have to kill you."
I gave him my best you-really-wanna-mess-with-this look. He shivered and then answered, "Fine, but I'll have to tell you in the car."
Once we're in the car, Sikowitz starts explaining. "My special coconut juice comes from Brazil. It has a drug-like effect on whoever drinks it. You lose your inhibitions and your memory of what you did while under it's influence."
I turn to Vega. "Beck must've slipped some of the coconut juice into our drinks. He drugged us!"
Vega goes into angry Hispanic mode. "And Andre was in on it. El hijo de puta!"
There goes that sexy Spanish again. "What does that even mean?"
"I called him a son of a bitch." Vega gasps and covers her mouth. "I just cursed in English for the first time."
I wink at her. "Glad your first time was with me."
Sikowitz clears his throat. "Um, excuse me. If your done with your flirting, can we get back to the subject at hand? I need to find Beck."
"We need to too. But we can't find him," Vega states.
"Wait, I think I may have an idea as to where he is," I say as realization dawns upon me. Ohhhh, that sly hijo de puta.