A Bada Bing Plot: August 17th 2008 Finale

Iota made a wholehearted attempt to rise from his bed, but he lacked the motivation. And the hangover was making a mess with his head as well. He eventually rolled out, looking at the digital clock on his bedside table. 11:46 AM. With a groan, Iota stood up. “Wonder what Nick’s deal was yesterday…” he said to himself. Eventually he just shrugged, and decided to ask him. Iota opened the door to Nick’s room and started to say something, but it was conspicuously empty. “…Huh. He’s usually still asleep this early.” He checked the lounge, the kitchen, Isura’s room, Red’s lab, and nothing. Iota had a bad feeling about this.

A moment later, Iota had most of the gang assembled in the lounge area. “Something’s up, dammit. I know it,” Iota began, rubbing his temple.

“Yeah, your sobriety level. Have some whiskey or something, drunkie,” said Kyo, who was sitting on the couch with his arms crossed.
“Besides,” began Red, “Nick’s planning stupid shit more often than not. Shouldn’t you be used to it by now?”

Iota crossed his arms, “Something bad will end up happening to me. It’s always how this shit ends up. I’m getting sick of it.”
“Fine, fine. We’ll help you,” said Red, throwing his arms up.

The gang made their way down the street to the Bar, all rather apathetic about Iota’s newfound paranoia. They were planning to make their way to the bar at some point anyway, but now there’s just an added opportunity to watch what could finally be Iota’s mental breakdown. One could only hope. Iota kicked open the door, and was quickly blown back by a blast of incredibly loud noise. Blown across the street, even. He stood up, and managed to listen… “Wait, that’s music. Rush. Nick’s in there.” Iota steeled himself, and marched inside against the blast, the rest of the group following, confused.

Inside was a spectacle. The Bing was full of people, gigantic crowds dancing, drinking, mingling. Several lights were flashing as the music blared. A voice in the middle of crowd cried out, “FUCK YEAH, THERE’S NO DRUMMER BETTER THAN NEIL PEART” Iota shot a glare that pierced the crowd-

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