You slur out some excuses for your slight-drunkenness, mostly-hangover, but Jimmy just rolls his eyes and hoists you up by the arm.

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“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he says. There might be a bit of fondness in his voice, but maybe you’re just imagining it.

 

You imagine a lot of things to do with Jimmy.

 

Jimmy directs you down the hallway. You don’t really pay attention to the route, but after you’ve been walking for a minute or so, Jimmy stops walking and practically slams you both against the wall, peering nervously around the corner.

 

“Oh no,” he says.

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Down the corridor to the left is a group of three teenagers wearing The Ark tour merch. They look excited.

 

To the right at the end of the corridor is a particularly hench security guard. He looks angry.

 

Jimmy looks at you with wide eyes.

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“Where do we go?” he asks.