Go to Jeff’s house and bully him.

You decide that you’re going to go to Jeff’s place, but you’re going to fuck with his head a bit. You pick up the bag and hop in your car. Your tires screech as you blast through the residential blocks to Jeff’s house. You follow directions on your phone. The closer you get, the further the streets are from one another. Eventually you reach Windsor Place. The houses seems like they’re each a mile apart. Eventually you pull up to an archway with a brass number “8” bolted above it. You drive through the open gate, revving your engine all the way up the driveway. You pull up and stop at the front door. You check your phone. It’s just before noon.

Jeff’s house is huge. You walk back down the driveway to get to his front door. Or, rather, doors; two enormous red double doors mark the front of Jeff’s house. You press the doorbell. The chimes are beautiful and menacing.

The door opens and Jeff hops into the doorway. “What’s up man?!” he announces, slapping you on the shoulder.

“Hey Jeff,” you say as you wind up and punch Jeff right in the stomach. It’s a soft push, but he isn’t flexing his abs, so the impact left Jeff doubled over in pain. “Relax champ, I’m just messing with ya.” You pat him in the back, and hold Tina’s lingerie in front of his face. “Is Tina here? She uh, forgot these. Heh heh.” You don’t wait for an answer, sliding into the foyer past Jeff.

“Yeah, she’s *cough* *cough* just inside. She should be right out in a second.”

You look around and wander into the living room. Plopping yourself on the couch, you wonder how you should approach your interaction with Tina.