“Let’s go get a bedroom!”

The man chokes on air

“Wha-? Right now?? Shouldn’t we have some drinks first or something?!”

“Oh, we can grab some bottles from here if you want”

“No, that’s… that’s not necessary ”

“Ok! I’ll ask the lady in blue, I think she’s the host”

“Wait, what”

“Excuse me, miss”

“Oliver.”

“Do you have any bedrooms available? I need alone time with my partner here”

Beebo’s newly appointed detective partner hides in his scarf and makes some squeaky noise, how silly

“ …um”

After looking at each of them, she says

“There’s some rooms on the second floor.

Please don’t make too much noise”

“I’ll try my best, thank you!”

“Sometimes i get too excited and can’t control my volume. My therapist says it might be a symptom, a symptom of what?”

“Do you know where the second floor is?”

“…yes, follow me”

They walk to the stairs

“By the way, seeing what’s happening and all, did you bring any protection?”

“… what? Oh! Witness protection!”

“Don’t worry, none of my cases have the kind of confidentiality for you to need witness protection!”

“… Your cases.”

“Yeah, unless you wanna talk about other investigations?”

“… You know, just because I have a good judge of character, I could guess that you didn’t mean to imply what I thought you were implying”

“What do you mean? Did I say it weirdly?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure everyone who heard you is gonna think we are here to have sex right now”

“This is going to haunt me for 30 to 40 years”

“There, there, it happens to the best of us”

“I was excited about cases!! Not gay sex!! That’s for outside the job!!!”

The man bursts out laughing

“I should enter witness protection”