“Ripp, can we talk?”

“What’d I do? Did I leave the seat up last night, or…?”

“Ripp, look, we’re both really happy you got your dream job, but you’re not the only one who needs sleep, you know? The late night noise needs to-”

*ding dong!*

“Was that… the doorbell?”

“Mmmm… I’ll go get it. Must be the paper boy.”

“Heeeyyy, Ripp! Sorry we’re late! It took a while to convince the wife and hubby we weren’t the only ones, er, three.”

“Don’t worry about it. You just missed Phi, though, you’ll have to meet her on one of her days off. Johnny’s home, though.”

“So you must be Candy?”

“Well, speak of the devil!”

“Heeeeyyyy!”

“Woah! You snuck up on me!”

“Whoopsies! Sorry; yet another side effect of my fave energy drink. I’m Sapphire, Candy’s favorite wife!”

“And this one is?”

“Zack! Candy’s favorite husband! Sapph and I used to be her roadies, but after a crazy night at the LuLu Lounge and some self exploration, we decided to get married! That doesn’t mean we’re fully settled down, though. We’ve got too many glowsticks to waste!”

“Well if it isn’t mister permaplat party guest for hire! Congrats!”

“What’s the job like, Ripp?”

“So far? Amazing! You won’t believe who was DJ-ing! This chick who’s been around the world and still carries on with a cute Windenburg accent!”

“Heh, if I didn’t know better, I’d suspect you were thinking of sleeping with her.”

“Oh, please, Johnny. Even I know six is a crowd!”

“What do you mean ‘six?’”