Robbie's a dick, Caedus is a dick, Graves is a dick, and I've got my own dick in my hand. But, you know what they say. “A dick in the hand is worth two in the butt..”

Lost without hope, dick in hand, Cadryn dashes to the nearest alleyway in the search of an unlocked door. The alleyway looks like a place Jim Caedus would call home. Dirty, wet, musty, resembling the potential look and smell of Robbie's asshole after a rousing game of hide the black cock. Cadryn begins checking door after door, praying that one of these doors will lead him to salvation.

Alas! One of the doors is unlocked, praise be to Jesus! It appears that above this old, rusty, dark pink, door, sits a sign.

“The Nine Inch Males”

Ecstatic, Cadryn swings open the old door, and quickly hops through the threshold in hopes of losing the police.

The hallway is lined with pictures of well endowed gentleman. The wallpaper itself, lime green, with little pink and orange polka dots mixed in. The ceiling is lined with a zebra skin type fuzzy material. All in all, one could easily deduce that this is In fact, a gay bar.

This bar is packed full of what one would assume are “Nine Inch Males”. Wall to wall, full of barely dressed men, dancing the night away. Cadryn makes his way toward the bar. By this point it was like a sitcom style record scratch, everything inside of that tiny little room came to an immediate stand still. All eyes on Cadryn, he sits down at the bar. He is approached by a young bartender. Shirtless, abs flexed, he introduces himself.

Cadryn looks perplexed. He still doesn't grasp the fact that this is a gay bar. The only thing he seems to grasp is his penis..

Mark laughs smugly to himself.

Cadryn contemplates for a moment before looking at the menu above.

Mark smiles and begins concocting the Banana Hammock. Bananas, flavored vodka, and Vanilla Coke. He then tops it off with a little penis. Yep, instead of an umbrella, he gets a little peebug.

Cadryn powers through his first Banana Hammock. It looks as though he may be making a night of it. Why not? I mean look at what he's gone through lately. His best friend Michael Graves has single handedly ruined Cadryn's life. Between stealing his car, attempting to steal his title, and getting him beat up, he has had a rough few weeks. It seems only right that Cadryn get to have a night out on the town. It looks as though he has finished his second and is asking for a third. Plus, he still has Robbie and Jim to contend with. And let's be honest, he has no real shot at winning. The guy is pretty much up shit creek without a paddle.

About an hour has passed now, Cadryn has had around 5 drinks and seems to be slurring his words.