[Okay, he has no idea what happened but now he's got a face full of sand and a footprint on the back of his head. And the door is right there. Whatever Rosette is planning, maybe it really does require alcohol. Maybe she's right and it's just the name of the place...
Hesitantly, he rises to his feet, stumbles as he dusts himself off and then walks inside the building. Slowly. Hesitantly.
And then a few seconds later, even from inside the car Rosette will hear a high pitched yet manly scream that resounds deep into the desert.]
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Hesitantly, he rises to his feet, stumbles as he dusts himself off and then walks inside the building. Slowly. Hesitantly.
And then a few seconds later, even from inside the car Rosette will hear a high pitched yet manly scream that resounds deep into the desert.]