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Team: Clutch Droppers
Day 2: 12-7am
The entire team is completely out of it, not even the sounds of slot machines and parties could awaken us from our slumber
Day 2: 7-8am
At 7am sharp the hotel room's phone began ringing. After about 6 rings the noise had finally begun to rouse us from our sleep, Ryan answered the phone, not remembering where we were
Ryan: What's up?
Phone: Um... good morning sir, this is your 7am wake-up call.
Ryan: Wake-up call? What? I think you have the wrong number.... goodbye...
Bob: A little more awake than the other two thanks to the two-hour nap the previous night Why did you say they had the wrong number?
Ryan: Bob... why are you at my house???
Bob: Ryan... we are at a hotel....
Ryan: O, god?? Why??? Did we... do something.... I CAN'T REMEMBER ANYTHING!!??!?!
The gears is Ryan's head slowly start to churn for the day
Ryan: O... right, the race! Now I remember.... god... I need coffee.
Jason: Awoken by the comotion Why are you yelling, it's too early to yell, or be awake.
Bob: Come on guys, we need to get some food and get back on the road. The longer we laze around here the less of a gap we will have on the other teams.
Bob starts shoving Ryan towards the bathroom
Bob: Get in there and get ready for the day... and be quick about it! I am going to get some food while you two get it together.
Bob hurries downstairs to the breakfast buffet, loading up three plates with everything he can get his hands on, waffles, pancakes, sausage, bacon, eggs, fruit, yogurt, and even a couple cereal bowls carefully balanced on top. Balancing the food was much harder than anticipated, but Bob very slowly made his way back to their room. After kicking the door hard a few times, Ryan finally opened it for Bob, whom quickly ran in and set the food down just before he lost it all over the floor.
Ryan: Wow, did you get enough food??
Bob: I didn't know what all you guys wanted so I grabbed everything.
Ryan: Well, at least it looks pretty good. I have a pot of coffee over there if you want any.
Bob: Coffee is disgusting, I'll just stick with some milk.
Jason: Coming out of the bathroom Damn, what smells so good? Seeing the food, he runs over and starts immediately eating the pancakes These are amazing!
Bob: You can slow down and actually chew, you know....
Jason: I feel like I haven't eaten in years, give me your pancakes!
For the next few minutes there was a fight over the remaining pancakes. After everyone had a number of fork wounds, and the pancakes had been thoroughly destroyed, they quietly ate the rest of their food.
Ryan: Well at least the coffee wasn't too awful, I guess I am ready to go now.
Bob: Alright, let me take my shower now that you two are done, I'll just be a moment.
After everyone was ready for the day, we packed up the few things we had brought into the hotel with us and headed downstairs to get the car back from the valet. Handing the key tag to the valet, he flashed a worrying expression before disappearing into the car lot.
Bob: Did you guys get a weird vibe from that guy?
Jason: It's too early to feel anything...
Just then the valet came around the corner with our car... but he was driving it the wrong way through the one-one hotel entrance area. Strange. Bob began to walk around the far side of the car when the valet suddenly jumped out of the car and rushed to intercept him.
Valet: Sir, sir, I am so sorry, I do not know what happened to your car. I swear it was in perfect condition when I parked it last night. I think someone tried to park an SUV next your vehicle and caused some minor damage to the paint...
Bob: Skips around the valet to see what he was trying to hide, the entire passenger's side of the car had a long scrape across it, almost from the bottom of the door to the window, closely resembling an impact along a guardrail. Luckily the damage only seemed to be cosmetic, but it set Bob off WHAT THE ABSOLUTELY BLOODY HELL HAPPENED!!?!!?
Valet: As I said sir, I do not know, it was fine until I checked it this morning.
Bob: Jumps in the still running car and checks the odometer. Someone drove our car last night, there are almost 50 more miles on it than when we came in. I always check the odometer before handing the car to a valet... Who the hell was on duty last night, their ass is mine!
Ryan: I want to wring their neck too, but we are slowly losing our advantage from last night, we need to get on the road. We will have to come back when the race is over.
Bob: Fuming FINE, but you can bet your ass we will be back!
Bob slams the car into drive just as Ryan and Jason are closing their doors, but holds the brakes hard while flooring it, producing a huge cloud of tire smoke engulfing the valet. Releasing the brakes the car does a long burnout out of the hotel entrance area and around to the main road. As we pull onto the highway, massive smoke cloud clearing behind us, Jason pulls out his trusty 3DS and Ryan pops on some music
Morale: +9 (Morale decreased from damaged car, but overall increase because we are in the lead!)
Fatigue: +3 (Complete unconsciousness for 7 hours, seems good enough)