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Miguel, as usual, had pushed his responsibilities onto Cayla. People were used to that by now, and had mostly settled into simply letting it happen. After all, Cayla was enthusiastic about the system in a way Miguel simply didn't care to try to emulate, and showed up to work sober at least half the time. Little did they know, however, that Cayla had begged for this particular opportunity. This event was practically tailored for her, she was sure of it, and since Miguel had spent Cora's party practically throwing his own game of Truth or Dare, well...
Miguel was pretty much the best boss, ever.
Cayla sat, now, on the prize counter of a Chuck E. Cheese, a handful of pilfered candy in her grasp. Beneath her, the glass boxes showed off the usual cheap plastic prizes, but behind her-- Behind her, the objects ranged from soft plushes to sharp knives with colorful handles. The party room was smaller than usual, the game machines closer together. It was a wonderful, claustrophobic tableau. Cayla had never had much talent for cinematography, but her hands itched to grab a camera.
"So!" Cayla chirped, feet kicking out as she swung them like a child. She was sober, but had made sure she wouldn't be on the come down during filming. Cranky withdrawal Cayla was not entertaining. "I know they probably filled you in on everything beforehand, but do either of you have questions? If not, feel free to go ahead," she continued. "I'm dying to get started."