(4) 2/100, Day 2
Allen stumbled up the stairs, nearly slipping twice on the rain-slicked stone before he reached the door.
The butler answered. His scrutinizing gaze made Allen's blood boil.
“How can I help you, Mr. Sender?”
"Where's Kevin?"
"Please come in." the butler said, his smile as fake as a movie star's tits. "I shall let young Mr. Stevens know he has a guest."
Allen spent two minutes dripping onto the carpet (he hoped it was a bitch to clean. Fucking snob-nosed butler) before Kevin appeared.
"Holy shit, Allen. What happened?"
"Rolled m' bike."
Kevin knew he was lying. It didn't matter.