Yeah.

You roll your eyes with scorn as the little Asian guy fails to charm any of the girls. Typical. You bet his willy is even smaller than yours.
Meanwhile, the other party guests mingle flawlessly. You privately wonder why all these white girls are wasting their time with these losers.

As the party winds down and the guests begin to leave, you spot Carl and Simon sneaking away, back around the shed, open a trap door hidden with a tarp and go down some stairs.