To Find Erin

I get into the passenger side seat and tap on the touch screen display, which turns on.

"Hey, you can track people down, right?" I ask with a slight slur. I noticed a few girls weren't at the party and I was going after them.

"Yes, I can locate them based off their Port-Holes." The AI said with the voice of an Australian female. Kind of random voice choice, but it got me back in the mood even more.

"Does Gwen Roberts still live around here? Or how about Erin Johnson?" I ask.

"Searching....." The computer voice droned. "Gwen Roberts now resides in Houston, Texas. Erin Johnson, however, is currently downtown attending the Animazing Comic Convention. Would you like me to take you to her?"

I'm a little hurt that my best friend since middle school moved several states away, but I'm mad that Erin thinks a fucking weeaboo fest is more important than fucking me. "Hell yes."

I nearly stumble out of the car and tell it to go park itself, which it does. "Woah, buddy. Where's your pass?" A security guard stops me. "I'm an EDP, that's my fuckin pass." I growl and he lets me in.

Jesus, does no one read the freaking EDP alert thingy.....

I fondle the pussy of someone cosplaying some superhero I don't recognize. "Where's Erin Johnson?" I ask, too drunk to consider this random girl would even know who she is.

"I think she's heading a panel about professional female cosplayers right now. In Hall...ah! Hall-A." She moans as I rip her lower spandex and start fingering her.

Time to knock that bitch up again to teach her a lesson.