Post by pierce on Jan 4, 2016 23:42:54 GMT -5
Clint nodded in approval as Chase listed off the do's and do not's. "Hoods and beanie's man. We just can't be seen, we'd be way too suspicious looking." At the mention of locks, Clint shook his head and feigned innocence with a soft grin. "You know how I do with keys man. You know I'm the key master. No sense in bending up any credit cards you'd use wine-ing and dining some lucky lady, eh?" He passed Chase, nudging him with his elbow as he made his way back in to his room. He had something that they could probably use in this endeavor. Crouching to get under his bed, Clint pulled out a folded stepping stool and brought it out to show.
"Dang, I've never even used this thing once." he laughed, unfolding it and testing it out to see if it reached their ceiling fan. It did. "This will hereby forever be known to us as the pranking stool. I'm calling it now." Stepping down from off the stool, Clint pointed toward his friend. "You realize we gotta prank ourselves too, right man? Otherwise it'll be pretty obvious that we orchestrated the whole thing." he reminded as he folded up the stool and leaned it against the wall.
"Dang, I've never even used this thing once." he laughed, unfolding it and testing it out to see if it reached their ceiling fan. It did. "This will hereby forever be known to us as the pranking stool. I'm calling it now." Stepping down from off the stool, Clint pointed toward his friend. "You realize we gotta prank ourselves too, right man? Otherwise it'll be pretty obvious that we orchestrated the whole thing." he reminded as he folded up the stool and leaned it against the wall.
