Find Becka

You better find Becka. She knows everything, so that’s guaranteed to be better than searching blind. Besides, you have a good relationship with Becka. More than a few times, you two have spent half the night smoking weed and talking. You actually find her quite attractive, but she’s not a pledge or an officer; she’s basically an employee, so you wouldn’t feel comfortable making a move. You don’t want her to be uncomfortable. She should be able to come to work without anyone saying weird things to her.

Anyway, you smile at Bao.

“I think the best idea will be to talk to our girl who cleans up around the house,” you tell Bao. “She’ll know where to find you some stuff. I’ll try and find her.”

“Can I come?”

You aren’t surprised by the question. She doesn’t want to be left alone in the kitchen of his huge, spooky old house while there’s a thunderstorm outside. And someone’s watching something scary in the other room, so you periodically hear screams and harsh jumpscare music. It’s probably not very relaxing for Bao.

“Sure,” you say.

She gets up and follows you out. Where will you find Becka? You know she’s here. Her car is outside, and nobody can leave.

You find her in the front hall, mopping the tiles. It looks like someone left some muddy footprints.

Becka takes out her earbuds as she sees you and Bao approaching.

“I haven’t seen her,” she says.

“What?” you ask.

“Hailee. Delilah. The detective. Whoever else everyone is looking for. Haven’t seen them,” she says with a smile.

“Oh,” you reply. You don’t know about any of that. “I was going to ask you if we have any sheets or pillows anywhere that nobody’s using.”

Sun emerges from the hallway, fully nude, a mug in her hand. She walks serenely into the living room, where you can just see the big TV: it’s a sex scene in a car, where a blonde head is bobbing up and down with exaggerated sucking and slurping noises.

Bao watches Sun go by with wide eyes. A moment later, Kylie comes hustling down the stairs in just a t-shirt, chest bouncing. She rushes right past, her shirt caught on her hip and showing off her tight, pink panties and pert bottom. Bao watches her too, looking uncomfortable.

“Stuff like that? Are you kidding?” Becka asks. She paused to watch Kylie too. “Of course.” She leans her mop against the wall and beckons, heading for the stairs. You follow her up, enjoying the view. Like you, Becka is not one of the skinny girls, but that just means she has the most noticeable curves. Even if you can’t hit on her, you can still appreciate her.

“What are you wearing?” you ask her at the top of the stairs. “Is that coconut?”

“I got it from Olivia,” she replies, pointing at her neck. “I had some dry skin.”

“Smells good,” you say.

Becka takes you down to a closet at the end of a second-floor hallway, revealing tons of folded sheets, towels, pillows, and everything else.

“They leave this stuff everywhere,” she says to you. “I just collect it here.”

“I just need to make up a room for Bao,” you confide. “She’s trapped tonight.”

“Yeah. And one for me and Dorothy and everyone else,” Becka says with a snort. “Well, everyone that’s going to sleep alone.”

Whoa. Is that a flirty look? And where did Bao go? You look over your shoulder to see her way back at the corner of the hallway, looking at a picture on the wall. Of course, all the artwork in CCL house is lewd. Bao is… not good at hiding what she’s thinking.

“Big in the closet energy from this one,” Becka murmurs to you with a smile.

You laugh. “I know.”

“Should we drag her out?”

Whoa again. You didn’t see that coming. It never occurred to you that Becka might suggest something lewd, but you two are good friends. You look at her to make sure you’re reading it right, and you are.

Hmm. You weren’t planning to take it there, but it’s a thought.

Making a move with Bao is absolutely the CCL thing to do, and if Becka is initiating it, you see no problem. On the other hand, Bao might prefer to just be alone in her comfort zone tonight.

Make a move? Or just be nice?