Sketchy can't keep secrets.

Sketchy simple couldn't believe what had just happened. If he wasn't currently staring at the pictures he probably would have just passed it off as another day dream. He knew if Max ever found out she would literally kill him but he just couldn't keep it to himself. He had to tell someone, had to share what was possibly the greatest moment of his life with someone. Making his decision he looked around Jam Pony building for his friends, seeing them he stood and approached them.

“Hey Greg!” Sketchy called out as he neared them. Greg and two others stood in the corner of the main lobby, talking about something with hushed tones, keeping the conversation private.

“Oh man, did you see her today. Fuck what I would give to fuck her tight little ass...” Greg spoke quietly to the other three men he was standing with. Noticing Sketchy approaching he nodded at him. “Sup Sketch?”

“Greg my man, what you fools talking about all huddled in the the corner here?” Sketchy asked as he joined the group.

“Ha, you know, same old shit.”

Sketchy knew what they were talking about. Same thing almost every male employee of Jam Pony talked about while at work. The things they would do to Max if they ever had the chance. He smiled knowing that what he was about to tell them would rock their world and make him a living legend.

“You'll never guess what happened to me,” Sketchy begun. The three men gave him their full attention. Sketchy was known for his crazy exaggerated stories. They might of been unbelievable but they were always entertaining.