Board Thread:Bully Fanon Roleplay/@comment-5385060-20170623214656/@comment-2173402-20170715040745

Annoyed by the entire situation, Jason followed after the others, of course stopping to see if he could get a quick glance up the secretary's dress. Yeah, she was old and not in the least bit appealing to him, but he was Jason, after all. Still, nothing. More annoyed, he entered the office, gently shutting the door so she wouldn't hear.

"So don't fuckin' fall," he responded to Greg, rolling his eyes as if this was the most obvious answer ever. Not one to give up the opportunity, he strolled over to Crabblesnitch's filing cabinet--the old geezer believed too well no one would break into his office and it was, coincidentally, unlocked--and pulled out the file he always watched Crabblesnitch tuck papers into. His own. Pulling out half the stack, he promptly folded it in half, before tucking it down the back of his jeans, under his shirt.

"Alright. Let's get goin'," he said.

Inventory;
 * A pack of cigarettes. Three are missing.
 * 1 lighter. A little less than half the fluid is missing.
 * 1 $20 bill crammed in his sock.
 * 1 wrapped condom, located in the back pocket of his jeans.
 * 1 wine bottle.
 * 1 scalpel.
 * Stack of papers detailing trouble he's gotten into.