He's a little shy.

4+2-1 Charm = 5. Ali marks XP, and we reveal our badness.

"I, uh..." Rick looks completely flustered. "Th-Thanks, but I'm...not really looking for, uh...that."

"Aw, c'mon," Ali says, just drunk enough to be confident she can talk him into this. "Promise you, I'm not lookin' to sell you anything. I just wanna fuck, and I am not like other girls. You won't believe how much I love sucking cock, it's like I've got a g-spot in my throat." Which I more or less do. Bastard. She glances around - they're the only customers left in the bar, and the bartender's stepped outside with the trash. "I could make your night, Ricky..." Her hand sweeps forward, catching his crotch and they both gasp - he in startlement and pleasure, and she as a wave of pleasure rolls through her body when her palm makes contact with the long, hard cock she can feel standing erect in his pants. "Why don't we - "

Her attempt at seduction is cut off by a high-pitched scream from the alley behind the bar, making both of them jump. "What the hell was that?" Rick exclaims.

"I don't know, but I doubt it's good," Ali mutters. He's already moving toward the back of the bar. "Hey, wait!"

She scrambles after him and they both tumble out into the alley. The bartender is standing there, bag of trash at his feet, backing away from something at the end of the alley. His face is pasty and his long, scraggly beard looks almost gray. "What...wha..."

Turning, Ali winces. It's a gruesome sight: a tan-skinned woman lies against the wall of the alley, clearly dead. The cause of **** is immediately obvious, though how it's come about it not. All along her body, mushrooms have sprouted up. Some, disgustingly, have sprouted from her mouth and her eyes.

"Gemma," Rick gasps, staggering back from the sight.

"...Guess you didn't get stood up," Ali mutters. Pulling out her phone, she snaps a few quick photos of the sight before sending a text: Hey guys. This is the sort of thing you're looking out for, right??

Chaos Factor -1 = 5