Mark.... Maria

The host gets in between John and the next victim, then proceeds to put his arms around the hips of both of the girls and pulls them in together. John doesn't like how easily he can be man-handled right now, but what choice does he have.

The microphoned man then releases the girls from his grip and almost dances around them.

"We may have lost another, but THE SHOW MUST GO ON! ALPHA-BETA-PHI"

"ALPHA-BETA-PHI!!!" The house is starting to shake with the excitement.

The host of the show asks the next girl, "What's your name princes-"

"MARIA, my name's Maria," she blurted. She didnt even let him finish.

"Lets give it up to Maria!!! Maria, my doll, you seem tense. Are you tense my dear?" The half cocked smile mixed with his crazy eyes just compounded his creep factor.

"Yea..." Maria had to swallow hard as she knew that sound was barely audible and they wanted a show "yes" she said louder but still un-enthused.

The crowd chuckles as they watch her fears grow.

"Don't be tense. Lets get her a drink, help her relax. Brittany bring us some drinks" the host turns towards the girl that was handing out the pills.

Brittany grabs a tray puts 6 shot glasses on it and fills them up with tequila. It doesn't even look like she is walking with the tray in her hand. She is gliding in heals, in a straight line, through a crowd, without spilling a drop. John almost forgot what was going on watching her move. Admiring how she does it. Not quite sure if it was sexual or jealousy.

Brittany hands one shot to the host, one to Maria, and one to John. She the grabs one shot for herself, all while the tray stayed flat.

Brittany begins in the highest voice "Ready, set, shoot" followed by a giggle.

The shot glasses all go up at the same time, and the crowd is pounding beers in their glasses. John and Maria cough a little.

Brittany chimes in with a Harley-Quin glare, "Here's your chaser." She hands John and Maria another shot. John knew he could use it and downed the second drink.