Vincent plays host and Jen does a safety check-in

Vincent Bates holds the door as you, Jen, and his wife Gloria enter. He's wearing a chef's apron over a collared dress shirt with a striped tie -- loosened, but still in place -- and a lambswool cardigan sweater. He greets Gloria with a kiss and closes the door once you, Jen, and your overnight bags are in.

Gloria kicks off her pumps with a grimace. "If Brenda needs me to keep doing these meetings with her money girls, I have to find some better shoes."

"Poor dear, we'll have to do something about that," Vincent says. "I have your slippers right here."

Gloria steps into the slippers and disappears into the house, leaving Vincent to play host.

"Charmed to meet you, Kelly," he says, giving you a smile and a nod. You smile back. He nods to your friend. "And you, Jen."

"So, Vincent?" Jen asks, pitching her voice low. "Is it as much fun to scare as be scared?"

Gloria's husband does a little double-take, then laughs out loud. "Ah ha ha, no, I'm an accountant, not a movie actor. Though I have dressed as him for Halloween." He strokes an invisible mustache. "I'm not even a horror movie fan. About the only thing I have in common with Mr. Price, besides my name, is that we like to cook. Come in, come in. I have some tea on. Gloria said you'd both be staying over."

Jen yawns, too slow to cover her mouth. "Yes, ahh," she says. "Actually I'm ready to crash. So maybe you could show me?"

Vincent leads you back through the house to a bedroom that has to be their daughter's or something. He shows you a hall bathroom where there are towels and washcloths laid out. Everything looks nice but nothing is super fancy like from Architectural Digest or anything.

"Give us a minute, Vincent," Jen tells him.

"I'll be in the kitchen," he says, giving you a look. Yes, a look, this time, Gloria wasn't having you on.

Jen huddles with you for a little check-in about what-if-things-go-wrong, did-you-bring-your-own-supplies, the big sister kind of thing.

"Jen, I know more about dick than you, okay?" you break in.

Jen gives an exasperated sigh. "Kel, that's no reason to get casual, you know? Okay let's try the thing I told you, right?" She takes the smartwatch off her wrist and puts it on yours. It's a fancy model with a gold bracelet, it looks more like jewelry than anything when its display is sleeping. "Okay say it."

"Safeword!" you say.

The smartwatch vibrates firmly three times. Jen's phone shrieks out a dramatic alarm. She fumbles and drops it so your ears are ringing by the time she silences it.

Jen sighs. "I'll sleep better now," she says.

She looks tired.

"I brushed my teeth before we left," Jen says. "So I'm just gonna crash."

You look at each other.

"Kiss me first," Jen says.

It's soft, not hurried. Sweet, kind of.

"If you're not gonna sleep the night with Mrs. and Mr. Gloria, wake me up when you get back. No, Kel, I mean it. Wake me up."

"Okay Jen," you say. "Good night."

Jen gets into the bed and you tiptoe out with your little supply bag in one hand and Jen's fancy smartphone on your wrist.

You feel happy butterflies in your tummy. Gloria wants you. Vincent wants you. That feels so good. It's kinda twisted, yeah, but Kelly's gonna score tonight.

Gloria has begged to EAT you (you can use GET FUCKED), and that her husband Vincent wants to get involved (GET FUCKED and/or OMG).

You have +1 Hard, +1 Hot, -1 Cool, +1 Control and know the Character Move OMG.
You have 3 XP.

Take +1 Forward on your next Move.