Affirmation Part 2b
Continuation of part two: In which the girls discover the mysterious singer under the University Hall. This bit is a bit longer.
Title: Affirmation
Author: Shinigami518
Rating: PG-13, but with some bits of R in it
Main Character(s) and/or pairings: Ryan/Colin (which'll happen near the end), Ryan/Pat, Colin/Deb, Tony/Paul (later chapters), Jeff/Greg (one-sided)
Summary: A crazy woman abducts Ryan, Colin, their wives, Greg, Drew, Wayne, Brad, and Chip. Pat and Deb are released with only minor injuries, but the guys are still missing. Three college students end up stumbling into this crazed plan by accident and have to help the guys find a way to escape, but there are several big problems they have to overcome.
View the last parts here on my journal:
Prologue
Part 1a
Part 1b
Part 2a
A little later…
The three women entered the lower level of the building, Melissa leading them down the same path she went down that lead to the door where the mystery man was.
“I dunno about you, but this place gives me the creeps.” Julie muttered, hugging her jacket tightly.
“Ditto.” Sam agreed, looking around nervously.
“C’mon, you guys. Don’t be scaredy-cats.” Melissa told her two friends.
“Well, don’t pretend you’re calm, ‘Lis. You’re as scared as we are!” Sam shot back. Melissa said nothing, but continued down the halls. Julie sighed, knowing that they were heading into trouble. She knew they had to break the dark dreary mood, so she did something she usually did when she was alone.
“I love to sing like Colin. I really, really do.
I really, really, really, really, really, really do.
And when I sing like Colin, it makes me have great joy
Because I... nooo!” Julie then walked past her two friends, walking like a velociraptor, complete with facial expression and hand gestures. Sam and Melissa watched their friend in shock.
“Julie, what the hell?” Sam asked. Julie froze in mid Dino-step. Standing straight up, she turned to her friends, who stood facing her.
“Just trying to lighten up the mood, that’s all.” Julie replied, embarrassed. Sam shook her head, but was surprised when Melissa spoke.
“Well there is a man they call the king of Whose Line.
His soul is on fire and his mind is very fine.
He does a hoedown and he very rarely sucks
'Cause he is one talented, follicly challenged Canuck.” She sang in response, both her and Julie walking together. Sam, following them, blinked in surprised.
“What the hell are you guys doing?” Sam asked, not believing that her friends were singing during a time like this. Both girls stopped and turned back to face Sam.
“The Colin Mochrie Hoedown, of course!” Melissa grinned.
“Wanna do Colin’s verse, ‘Lissa?” Julie asked. Melissa did a pretend curtsy, grinning.
“I’d love to! *Ahem!* Everybody's having fun. They're singing all about me.
Let's all laugh along with them. Ha ha ha, hee hee.
It really is amusing. Can't you all see?
Look at them. Look at them. Of me, they're making a Mochrie.” Melissa sang, doing an impression of Colin. Julie laughed at her friends’ semi-horrible impression of the Canadian. Sam, meanwhile, just shook her head, embarrassed that she was friends with crazy Whose Line fans. Julie cleared her throat and sang the final verse of the hoedown.
“You've got to love Colin, love him to the end.
I have to admit that he is my best friend.
I would not lie to you. This is no jive,
Anyway you look at it; he's still got more hair than Clive.” Julie glanced over at Melissa, a signal to finish the song.
“More hair than Clive!!” Melissa and Julie sang, standing together. Melissa topped it off by giving Julie a hug similar to the one Colin gave Ryan at the end of that hoedown.
“Are you done now?” Sam asked, tapping her foot impatiently. Both girls nodded, grinning as they broke away from each other.
“I was torn between that and fainting.” Julie quipped to Melissa.
“Huh?” Sam asked, walking up next to her friends.
“That’s what Ryan said after the hoedown. ‘I was torn between that and fainting’.” Julie stated. All three girls began to walk again down the hall, Melissa leading the way.
“How the heck can you two memorize all of that?” Sam exclaimed. Both girls shrugged.
“I guess we watch a lot of Whose Line.” Melissa grinned.
“Best stuff comes from what wasn’t shown on TV, though.” Julie grinned as well.
“Like Greg’s flubs on the Gag reel on the First Season DVD?”
“Oh yeah! Who doesn’t love his ‘I’ve had Drew’s ass, and now I want more?’”
Both women giggled as only young college women could.
“What about Ryan’s ‘Vending Machine’ hoedown verse?”
“Hell yeah! Singing a song about a vending machine.
Don't you know that it's really not my scene?
Trying to think of something clever with a little twist.
If we do another hoedown, I'll slit my fucking wrist!” Julie gave a nod to her two friends to finish with her.
“Slit his fucking wrist!” all three sang, Sam singing the last line in laughter, while Melissa tacked on a “yeah!” at the end of her verse. Pretty soon, all three women were laughing together, rounding around the next hall. They were now walking down the hall that Melissa was in when she got scared by the mystery man.
“Oh man.” Sam shook her head, gathering herself. Melissa leaned against the wall, wiping tears from her eyes.
“The best stuff came AFTER Ryan’s verse. Drew says ‘NOBODY! Nobody is funnier when they’re pissed off than Ryan Styles!’” Melissa quoted, laughing.
“They actually AIRED that on TV?” Sam asked, managing to stop laughing. Melissa shook her head.
“No, it wasn’t aired for obvious reasons.” Melissa said, rolling her head to one side, giving a ‘oh well’ gesture with her hands.
“But Brad’s comment after Drew’s was the greatest when he says so innocently ‘I didn’t know we could say fucking all this time!’” Julie quoted, causing her two friends to crack up even more. They continued walking down the hall, nearing the mysterious door Melissa commented on.
“Man, these guys sure had lots of fun, didn’t they?” Sam commented.
“Hell yeah!” Julie beamed.
“But not as fun as they did in the UK!” Melissa stated. Julie, holding her hands behind her back, skipped ahead of her friends and spun around, standing near a door, which, unbeknownst to her, was the one Melissa had been talking about.
“Remember that one Party Quirks when Ryan was a toddler learning how to walk, Josie was a Penis, and Tony kept cracking up?” Julie remembered. Sam cracked up and Melissa giggled, almost similar to how Tony had giggled during that game.
“Somebody played a WHAT?!” Sam laughed, hunched over while holding her sides from laughing so hard.
“Mmhm, poor Tony just kept dying because of their antics. I think it was Ryan’s ‘Toddler face’ that killed him in the end!” Melissa remembered, wiping tears of laughter away.
“Hysterical! I almost got kicked out of the library because I was laughing so hard.” Julie remembered.
“Oh Man…” Sam shook her head.
“But NOTHING; nothing will ever beat Tony dropping the “F-Bomb” on Clive after that one playing of Party Quirks!” Julie remembered, causing Melissa to crack up and mutter “Oh my God”.
“He really did THAT!?” Sam exclaimed.
“Oh yeah, it’s uncensored in the UK version. We’ve got proof; saw the clip uncensored on youtube.” Melissa stated, nodding while trying to stop laughing.
“It was so damn funny! Clive had just told Tony what Steve and Colin’s quirks were since he couldn’t get it by the end of the game and Tony goes - you ready to hear it? No one else around to yell at us?” Julie glanced left and right, making sure they were alone.
“It’s all clear!” Sam stated, looking down the way they came.
“Swear away!” Melissa egged on, anticipating Julie’s impression of Tony. Julie cleared her throat and raised her hands in the air.
“OH WELL, FUCK OFF-AHH!!”
Melissa and Sam gasped loudly on hearing Julie’s scream. A hand reached out from the open window in the door and grabbed Julie’s right wrist in mid air.
“JULIE!” Sam screamed.
“SHIT!” Melissa cursed loudly.
“Let me go! Damn it, lemme go, God damn lemme go!” Julie cried out, trying to break free from the person’s grip. She felt the person, a man she figured, pull her arm towards the door, making her whole body move towards it as well.
“Where is your boss you little bi-witch?” The person, definitely a man asked coldly. Julie was trembling badly, her eyes wide in fear.
“W-what boss? What’re you t-t-talking about? I don’t ha-have a boss! I don’t even have a j-job yet! I-I-I’m just a college student!” Julie cried, turning pale. Sam began to pull her friend away from the man grabbing her, but the man had a firm hold on Julie’s wrist.
“Wait a sec!”
Sam and Julie looked over at their approaching friend. Melissa, brushing back several strands of hair behind her ear, stood firmly staring at the opening in the door.
“Melissa?” Sam asked, wondering what her friend was doing.
“Are you Greg Proops?” Melissa queried. Julie and Sam looked at each other, confused.
“Who wants to know?” The man asked. Melissa crossed her arms, a stern look on her face.
“Well, if you ARE him, then you should know that you’re crushing the wrist of a big fan of yours!” Melissa plainly stated. A few painfully silent seconds later, the man released Julie’s wrist. Immediately, the brown haired girl rubbed her aching appendage while shooting death glare daggers at the man.
“Sorry, miss.”
“Yeah, sure, it isn’t everyday my wrist nearly gets broken by Greg Proops.” Julie muttered angrily, nursing her aching wrist. She paused, letting what she said sink into her brain. Eyes wide in surprised, she turned back to the door, got close to it and stood on her tippy-toes to pear through the opening.
“Holy crap, you ARE Greg Proops!” Julie exclaimed in surprise.
“Got that right, babe.” Greg smirked, his face appearing on the other side of the door through the opening. Julie turned away and immediately started to have a slight panic attack.
“Ohmigod, its Greg Proops! Holyshit! This hastabe a dream! Someone pinchme, I gottabe dreaming!” Julie panicked, some of her words melding together as she spoke while trembling in excitement. Melissa slapped Julie on the arm hard.
“Snap out of it!” Melissa stated, sounding like Cher’s character in Moonstruck. Julie blushed slightly.
“Sorry.” She whispered.
“So you’re Greg Proops, huh? What’re you doing down here?” Sam asked while leaning against the wall the door was on.
“Depends on where ‘here’ is. I dunno where I am exactly.” Greg stated. The three women exchanged glances.
“Well, you’re in the basement of the University Hall on the SUNY Albany campus in New York.” Sam told Greg. Greg cocked an eyebrow.
“Wait, I’m stuck in the basement of some building on a college campus?!” Greg confirmed.
“Pretty much.” Sam then noticed Melissa digging through her black pocketbook, searching for something. “What’re you doing, ‘Lissa?” she asked. Melissa glanced up for a second, and went back to digging through her bag.
“Trying to find something to trip the lock.” Melissa grumbled, pulling out and putting back objects from her purse.
“Lock?” Julie blinked, finally realizing this wasn’t a dream. Melissa nodded, gesturing to the door where there was a padlock attached to it.
“Why would it-?” Sam began.
“Because some crazy chick with a chip on her shoulder thought it’d be funny to drug me, Ryan, Colin, their wives, Drew, Wayne, Brad, and Chip, and kidnap us, do weird things to us and lock us up down here.” Greg said angrily. Sam winced slightly from Greg’s outburst.
“Sorry I asked.” She muttered under her breath. Melissa stopped her search, a look of realization on her face.
“It was you…” she whispered to herself in astonishment.
“Huh?” Sam blinked. Melissa shoved her purse into Sam’s hands and ran up to the door. She leaned against it, standing on her toes to look at Greg.
“It was you. You were the one singing with me the other day!” Melissa exclaimed. Julie’s eyes widen.
“That was GREG singing ‘Phantom of the Opera’ with you?!” Julie asked, surprised.
“So you’re the chick with the nice voice singing that song, huh?” Greg smirked. Melissa nodded, enthusiastically. “Sorry about freaking you out. Thought you were one of Lolita’s friends.”
“S’alright, Greg.” Melissa smiled. She then turned back to Sam and grabbed her bag from her friend’s hands. “Now to find that damn paperclip…” she muttered, pushing things aside in her purse. Sam and Julie stared at each other, wondering what just happened.
“No wonder ‘Lissa felt like the voice was familiar. She heard Greg sing hoedowns and songs on Whose Line so many times; she’d be able to recognize him no matter what…” Julie theorized. Sam just nodded.
“Big fan, huh?” Greg asked, propping an arm on the window’s edge.
“You better believe it, Mr. Proops.” Sam told him.
“AHA!” Melissa exclamation took Julie and Sam by surprised as she pulled out a paperclip from her bag, a grin on her face.
“Will that work?” Sam tilted her head as she looked at the paperclip questionably. Melissa knelt down in front of the lock and began to unfold the paper clip.
“Hey, Dad taught me everything he knows about tripping locks. It’s all in the matter of tripping the mechanism.” Melissa said, sticking the unbent paperclip into the lock and began to work on tripping the lock.
Julie and Sam shrugged before noticing Greg’s skeptical expression.
“Her dad’s a cop - taught her everything she knows.” Julie told Greg, gesturing towards Melissa.
“Ah, I see. Uh, sorry about hurting you. I thought you were someone else.” Greg apologized.
“Meh, it’s ok. I’d do the same thing if I was in your position.” Julie forgave the San Francisco born comedian with a shrug. She was now feeling calmer now around Greg than she had been a little while ago.
“So, uh, what are you girls, 17? Probably 18 if you’re in college…” Greg asked.
“Sammie and I are 20. Melissa’s turning 21 in a few months.”
“Huh? I thought you were at least 18… or younger.”
Julie and Sam looked at each other in surprise. Julie grinned, shaking her head. “Well, ‘Lissa maybe able to pull off the jailbait look, but Sammie and me? No way!”
Melissa snorted, breaking her concentration on tripping the lock as Sam shook her head, covering her face in embarrassment. Greg gave a hearty laugh.
“Boy, you are one crazy little bi- girl, arenchya, uh, Julie, right?” Greg commented. The three girls noticed his hasty cover up.
“You don’t have to censor yourself in front of us, Mr. Proops. We can handle any kinds of swears.” Sam smiled.
“Just don’t say the “C” word and everything will be fine. And yeah, I’m Julie, Julie Sanders.” Julie pointed to Sam. “That’s Samantha Logan.” She gestured over to Melissa, who was back to work on the lock. “And Sara Conner over there is Melissa Anderson, no relation to Clive.”
“Yo.” Melissa waved, not taking her eyes off of the padlock. “C’mon you frickin’ son of a bitch, open up!” she snarled, twisting the paperclip several times.
“Like Julie and I said, you don’t have to censor yourself around us. As long as you don’t say the “C” word, were good with any kinds of curse words.” Sam reminded. Greg looked away, a disheartened look on his face.
“I would if I could Samantha, and please, call me Greg.” Greg said softly. Sam raised an eyebrow, obviously surprised by the tone of Greg’s voice.
“What do you mean by-?”
“Greg? Who’re you talking to?” A voice from the room asked. Julie’s ears perked up slightly.
“No way… was that-?” Julie began, but was cut off by Melissa.
“I’ve got a dog and his name is BINGO!” a click and Melissa yanked the padlock off of the door. She grabbed the door handle with both hands and, with all of her strength, pulled the door open.
“Take off your backpacks, guys. Gotta prop this damn thing open or else we’ll be locked in.” Melissa told her two friends, placing her red backpack and her jacket against the door. Julie removed her blue backpack while Sam removed her small black bag and a black mail bag containing her laptop and they placed their bags and jackets against the door. Both Julie and Melissa kept their purses with them. All three girls slowly entered the room.
More to come soon, probably tomorrow or the day after.
Title: Affirmation
Author: Shinigami518
Rating: PG-13, but with some bits of R in it
Main Character(s) and/or pairings: Ryan/Colin (which'll happen near the end), Ryan/Pat, Colin/Deb, Tony/Paul (later chapters), Jeff/Greg (one-sided)
Summary: A crazy woman abducts Ryan, Colin, their wives, Greg, Drew, Wayne, Brad, and Chip. Pat and Deb are released with only minor injuries, but the guys are still missing. Three college students end up stumbling into this crazed plan by accident and have to help the guys find a way to escape, but there are several big problems they have to overcome.
View the last parts here on my journal:
Prologue
Part 1a
Part 1b
Part 2a
A little later…
The three women entered the lower level of the building, Melissa leading them down the same path she went down that lead to the door where the mystery man was.
“I dunno about you, but this place gives me the creeps.” Julie muttered, hugging her jacket tightly.
“Ditto.” Sam agreed, looking around nervously.
“C’mon, you guys. Don’t be scaredy-cats.” Melissa told her two friends.
“Well, don’t pretend you’re calm, ‘Lis. You’re as scared as we are!” Sam shot back. Melissa said nothing, but continued down the halls. Julie sighed, knowing that they were heading into trouble. She knew they had to break the dark dreary mood, so she did something she usually did when she was alone.
“I love to sing like Colin. I really, really do.
I really, really, really, really, really, really do.
And when I sing like Colin, it makes me have great joy
Because I... nooo!” Julie then walked past her two friends, walking like a velociraptor, complete with facial expression and hand gestures. Sam and Melissa watched their friend in shock.
“Julie, what the hell?” Sam asked. Julie froze in mid Dino-step. Standing straight up, she turned to her friends, who stood facing her.
“Just trying to lighten up the mood, that’s all.” Julie replied, embarrassed. Sam shook her head, but was surprised when Melissa spoke.
“Well there is a man they call the king of Whose Line.
His soul is on fire and his mind is very fine.
He does a hoedown and he very rarely sucks
'Cause he is one talented, follicly challenged Canuck.” She sang in response, both her and Julie walking together. Sam, following them, blinked in surprised.
“What the hell are you guys doing?” Sam asked, not believing that her friends were singing during a time like this. Both girls stopped and turned back to face Sam.
“The Colin Mochrie Hoedown, of course!” Melissa grinned.
“Wanna do Colin’s verse, ‘Lissa?” Julie asked. Melissa did a pretend curtsy, grinning.
“I’d love to! *Ahem!* Everybody's having fun. They're singing all about me.
Let's all laugh along with them. Ha ha ha, hee hee.
It really is amusing. Can't you all see?
Look at them. Look at them. Of me, they're making a Mochrie.” Melissa sang, doing an impression of Colin. Julie laughed at her friends’ semi-horrible impression of the Canadian. Sam, meanwhile, just shook her head, embarrassed that she was friends with crazy Whose Line fans. Julie cleared her throat and sang the final verse of the hoedown.
“You've got to love Colin, love him to the end.
I have to admit that he is my best friend.
I would not lie to you. This is no jive,
Anyway you look at it; he's still got more hair than Clive.” Julie glanced over at Melissa, a signal to finish the song.
“More hair than Clive!!” Melissa and Julie sang, standing together. Melissa topped it off by giving Julie a hug similar to the one Colin gave Ryan at the end of that hoedown.
“Are you done now?” Sam asked, tapping her foot impatiently. Both girls nodded, grinning as they broke away from each other.
“I was torn between that and fainting.” Julie quipped to Melissa.
“Huh?” Sam asked, walking up next to her friends.
“That’s what Ryan said after the hoedown. ‘I was torn between that and fainting’.” Julie stated. All three girls began to walk again down the hall, Melissa leading the way.
“How the heck can you two memorize all of that?” Sam exclaimed. Both girls shrugged.
“I guess we watch a lot of Whose Line.” Melissa grinned.
“Best stuff comes from what wasn’t shown on TV, though.” Julie grinned as well.
“Like Greg’s flubs on the Gag reel on the First Season DVD?”
“Oh yeah! Who doesn’t love his ‘I’ve had Drew’s ass, and now I want more?’”
Both women giggled as only young college women could.
“What about Ryan’s ‘Vending Machine’ hoedown verse?”
“Hell yeah! Singing a song about a vending machine.
Don't you know that it's really not my scene?
Trying to think of something clever with a little twist.
If we do another hoedown, I'll slit my fucking wrist!” Julie gave a nod to her two friends to finish with her.
“Slit his fucking wrist!” all three sang, Sam singing the last line in laughter, while Melissa tacked on a “yeah!” at the end of her verse. Pretty soon, all three women were laughing together, rounding around the next hall. They were now walking down the hall that Melissa was in when she got scared by the mystery man.
“Oh man.” Sam shook her head, gathering herself. Melissa leaned against the wall, wiping tears from her eyes.
“The best stuff came AFTER Ryan’s verse. Drew says ‘NOBODY! Nobody is funnier when they’re pissed off than Ryan Styles!’” Melissa quoted, laughing.
“They actually AIRED that on TV?” Sam asked, managing to stop laughing. Melissa shook her head.
“No, it wasn’t aired for obvious reasons.” Melissa said, rolling her head to one side, giving a ‘oh well’ gesture with her hands.
“But Brad’s comment after Drew’s was the greatest when he says so innocently ‘I didn’t know we could say fucking all this time!’” Julie quoted, causing her two friends to crack up even more. They continued walking down the hall, nearing the mysterious door Melissa commented on.
“Man, these guys sure had lots of fun, didn’t they?” Sam commented.
“Hell yeah!” Julie beamed.
“But not as fun as they did in the UK!” Melissa stated. Julie, holding her hands behind her back, skipped ahead of her friends and spun around, standing near a door, which, unbeknownst to her, was the one Melissa had been talking about.
“Remember that one Party Quirks when Ryan was a toddler learning how to walk, Josie was a Penis, and Tony kept cracking up?” Julie remembered. Sam cracked up and Melissa giggled, almost similar to how Tony had giggled during that game.
“Somebody played a WHAT?!” Sam laughed, hunched over while holding her sides from laughing so hard.
“Mmhm, poor Tony just kept dying because of their antics. I think it was Ryan’s ‘Toddler face’ that killed him in the end!” Melissa remembered, wiping tears of laughter away.
“Hysterical! I almost got kicked out of the library because I was laughing so hard.” Julie remembered.
“Oh Man…” Sam shook her head.
“But NOTHING; nothing will ever beat Tony dropping the “F-Bomb” on Clive after that one playing of Party Quirks!” Julie remembered, causing Melissa to crack up and mutter “Oh my God”.
“He really did THAT!?” Sam exclaimed.
“Oh yeah, it’s uncensored in the UK version. We’ve got proof; saw the clip uncensored on youtube.” Melissa stated, nodding while trying to stop laughing.
“It was so damn funny! Clive had just told Tony what Steve and Colin’s quirks were since he couldn’t get it by the end of the game and Tony goes - you ready to hear it? No one else around to yell at us?” Julie glanced left and right, making sure they were alone.
“It’s all clear!” Sam stated, looking down the way they came.
“Swear away!” Melissa egged on, anticipating Julie’s impression of Tony. Julie cleared her throat and raised her hands in the air.
“OH WELL, FUCK OFF-AHH!!”
Melissa and Sam gasped loudly on hearing Julie’s scream. A hand reached out from the open window in the door and grabbed Julie’s right wrist in mid air.
“JULIE!” Sam screamed.
“SHIT!” Melissa cursed loudly.
“Let me go! Damn it, lemme go, God damn lemme go!” Julie cried out, trying to break free from the person’s grip. She felt the person, a man she figured, pull her arm towards the door, making her whole body move towards it as well.
“Where is your boss you little bi-witch?” The person, definitely a man asked coldly. Julie was trembling badly, her eyes wide in fear.
“W-what boss? What’re you t-t-talking about? I don’t ha-have a boss! I don’t even have a j-job yet! I-I-I’m just a college student!” Julie cried, turning pale. Sam began to pull her friend away from the man grabbing her, but the man had a firm hold on Julie’s wrist.
“Wait a sec!”
Sam and Julie looked over at their approaching friend. Melissa, brushing back several strands of hair behind her ear, stood firmly staring at the opening in the door.
“Melissa?” Sam asked, wondering what her friend was doing.
“Are you Greg Proops?” Melissa queried. Julie and Sam looked at each other, confused.
“Who wants to know?” The man asked. Melissa crossed her arms, a stern look on her face.
“Well, if you ARE him, then you should know that you’re crushing the wrist of a big fan of yours!” Melissa plainly stated. A few painfully silent seconds later, the man released Julie’s wrist. Immediately, the brown haired girl rubbed her aching appendage while shooting death glare daggers at the man.
“Sorry, miss.”
“Yeah, sure, it isn’t everyday my wrist nearly gets broken by Greg Proops.” Julie muttered angrily, nursing her aching wrist. She paused, letting what she said sink into her brain. Eyes wide in surprised, she turned back to the door, got close to it and stood on her tippy-toes to pear through the opening.
“Holy crap, you ARE Greg Proops!” Julie exclaimed in surprise.
“Got that right, babe.” Greg smirked, his face appearing on the other side of the door through the opening. Julie turned away and immediately started to have a slight panic attack.
“Ohmigod, its Greg Proops! Holyshit! This hastabe a dream! Someone pinchme, I gottabe dreaming!” Julie panicked, some of her words melding together as she spoke while trembling in excitement. Melissa slapped Julie on the arm hard.
“Snap out of it!” Melissa stated, sounding like Cher’s character in Moonstruck. Julie blushed slightly.
“Sorry.” She whispered.
“So you’re Greg Proops, huh? What’re you doing down here?” Sam asked while leaning against the wall the door was on.
“Depends on where ‘here’ is. I dunno where I am exactly.” Greg stated. The three women exchanged glances.
“Well, you’re in the basement of the University Hall on the SUNY Albany campus in New York.” Sam told Greg. Greg cocked an eyebrow.
“Wait, I’m stuck in the basement of some building on a college campus?!” Greg confirmed.
“Pretty much.” Sam then noticed Melissa digging through her black pocketbook, searching for something. “What’re you doing, ‘Lissa?” she asked. Melissa glanced up for a second, and went back to digging through her bag.
“Trying to find something to trip the lock.” Melissa grumbled, pulling out and putting back objects from her purse.
“Lock?” Julie blinked, finally realizing this wasn’t a dream. Melissa nodded, gesturing to the door where there was a padlock attached to it.
“Why would it-?” Sam began.
“Because some crazy chick with a chip on her shoulder thought it’d be funny to drug me, Ryan, Colin, their wives, Drew, Wayne, Brad, and Chip, and kidnap us, do weird things to us and lock us up down here.” Greg said angrily. Sam winced slightly from Greg’s outburst.
“Sorry I asked.” She muttered under her breath. Melissa stopped her search, a look of realization on her face.
“It was you…” she whispered to herself in astonishment.
“Huh?” Sam blinked. Melissa shoved her purse into Sam’s hands and ran up to the door. She leaned against it, standing on her toes to look at Greg.
“It was you. You were the one singing with me the other day!” Melissa exclaimed. Julie’s eyes widen.
“That was GREG singing ‘Phantom of the Opera’ with you?!” Julie asked, surprised.
“So you’re the chick with the nice voice singing that song, huh?” Greg smirked. Melissa nodded, enthusiastically. “Sorry about freaking you out. Thought you were one of Lolita’s friends.”
“S’alright, Greg.” Melissa smiled. She then turned back to Sam and grabbed her bag from her friend’s hands. “Now to find that damn paperclip…” she muttered, pushing things aside in her purse. Sam and Julie stared at each other, wondering what just happened.
“No wonder ‘Lissa felt like the voice was familiar. She heard Greg sing hoedowns and songs on Whose Line so many times; she’d be able to recognize him no matter what…” Julie theorized. Sam just nodded.
“Big fan, huh?” Greg asked, propping an arm on the window’s edge.
“You better believe it, Mr. Proops.” Sam told him.
“AHA!” Melissa exclamation took Julie and Sam by surprised as she pulled out a paperclip from her bag, a grin on her face.
“Will that work?” Sam tilted her head as she looked at the paperclip questionably. Melissa knelt down in front of the lock and began to unfold the paper clip.
“Hey, Dad taught me everything he knows about tripping locks. It’s all in the matter of tripping the mechanism.” Melissa said, sticking the unbent paperclip into the lock and began to work on tripping the lock.
Julie and Sam shrugged before noticing Greg’s skeptical expression.
“Her dad’s a cop - taught her everything she knows.” Julie told Greg, gesturing towards Melissa.
“Ah, I see. Uh, sorry about hurting you. I thought you were someone else.” Greg apologized.
“Meh, it’s ok. I’d do the same thing if I was in your position.” Julie forgave the San Francisco born comedian with a shrug. She was now feeling calmer now around Greg than she had been a little while ago.
“So, uh, what are you girls, 17? Probably 18 if you’re in college…” Greg asked.
“Sammie and I are 20. Melissa’s turning 21 in a few months.”
“Huh? I thought you were at least 18… or younger.”
Julie and Sam looked at each other in surprise. Julie grinned, shaking her head. “Well, ‘Lissa maybe able to pull off the jailbait look, but Sammie and me? No way!”
Melissa snorted, breaking her concentration on tripping the lock as Sam shook her head, covering her face in embarrassment. Greg gave a hearty laugh.
“Boy, you are one crazy little bi- girl, arenchya, uh, Julie, right?” Greg commented. The three girls noticed his hasty cover up.
“You don’t have to censor yourself in front of us, Mr. Proops. We can handle any kinds of swears.” Sam smiled.
“Just don’t say the “C” word and everything will be fine. And yeah, I’m Julie, Julie Sanders.” Julie pointed to Sam. “That’s Samantha Logan.” She gestured over to Melissa, who was back to work on the lock. “And Sara Conner over there is Melissa Anderson, no relation to Clive.”
“Yo.” Melissa waved, not taking her eyes off of the padlock. “C’mon you frickin’ son of a bitch, open up!” she snarled, twisting the paperclip several times.
“Like Julie and I said, you don’t have to censor yourself around us. As long as you don’t say the “C” word, were good with any kinds of curse words.” Sam reminded. Greg looked away, a disheartened look on his face.
“I would if I could Samantha, and please, call me Greg.” Greg said softly. Sam raised an eyebrow, obviously surprised by the tone of Greg’s voice.
“What do you mean by-?”
“Greg? Who’re you talking to?” A voice from the room asked. Julie’s ears perked up slightly.
“No way… was that-?” Julie began, but was cut off by Melissa.
“I’ve got a dog and his name is BINGO!” a click and Melissa yanked the padlock off of the door. She grabbed the door handle with both hands and, with all of her strength, pulled the door open.
“Take off your backpacks, guys. Gotta prop this damn thing open or else we’ll be locked in.” Melissa told her two friends, placing her red backpack and her jacket against the door. Julie removed her blue backpack while Sam removed her small black bag and a black mail bag containing her laptop and they placed their bags and jackets against the door. Both Julie and Melissa kept their purses with them. All three girls slowly entered the room.
More to come soon, probably tomorrow or the day after.