There was a mixture of chuckles and snorts as Toki and Skwisgaar each took another shot.

After about an hour into the game and everyone was feeling pretty good. Pickles normally wouldn't be that drunk after just an hour but he had to drink to pretty much everything Amaya and his band mates came up with. Toki was starting to get stupid drunk and it had been decided that he was not allowed to throw up in the hot tub. Skwisgaar and Nathan were only buzzed. Murderface and Amaya were pretty much at the same level of drunkness, now it was just a battle to see who would pass out first.

Amaya took another swig of her beer before shakily pouring everyone another shot. "Alright," she slurred. "I've got one. Never have I ever smuggled anything into another country."

Every member of Dethklok proceeded to take their shot.

Amaya raised her eyebrows at the boys. "You guys are the worst. Does Ofdensen know you smuggle things into other countries illegally?"

The members of Dethklok looked at each other before nervously gulping their drinks.

"Gish, Amaya! Why do you have to ruin everyshing?"

"I do not ruin everything!"

"Yesh you do. You tell ush how wrong it ish to shmuggle and you threaten to shqueal to Ofdensen!"

"I didn't say any of that you fucking lying tub of lard!"

Amaya and Murderface lunged at each other and tried to beat each other over the head with empty beer bottles. Toki cheered the fight on for a bit before leaning over the side of the tub and hurling into a bucket that had been placed near him by the Klokateers. Skwisgaar's eyes were locked on Amaya's breasts as they bounced and splashed in the tub. Pickles took the tequila they had been using for shots and started drinking right out of the bottle. Nathan just called out for a klokateer to bring him a bag of chips.

"Your chips sire."

"Uh, yeah"

Nathan popped opened the bag of salt deliciousness and nearly dropped it when Amaya jumped over him and gabbed the klokateer's ankle. The klokateer wobbled, almost falling into the hot tub, before regaining his balance.

"Yes, mistress? May I be of service?"

"Amaya blinked at the klokateer before grinning. "Hi 613!"

Pickles waded up next to Amaya and stared at the klokateer for a second.

"'Ey how can ya tell what number dat klakateer is? Dey all look the same."

Amaya leaned forward and wrapped her arms around 613's leg. "I would recognize that tenor anywhere."

613 carefully slid his leg out of Amaya's grip before leaning down so she could see him better.

"Was there something you needed Mistress?"

"Wowwee Moiderface yous bleedings downs yous face."

Everyone turned to see what Toki was yelling about. Sure enough, Murderface has a thin trail of blood running down the middle of Murderface's face.

"Oopsie," Amaya said. "Now I remember why I needed a klokateer, I hit Will a little too hard. Can you go get a band-aid for me please. And something for the swelling, like a frozen slab of meat of something?"

After a swift nod, 613 left to get what Amaya asked for.

"Heys, Amayas Is gots a slabs of meats fors you. It's in my pants." Skwisgaar smirked at Amaya and quirked an eyebrow.

"Hey! No flirting with my coushin!" It'sh grossh."

"He can flirt with me if he wants to William!"

"Yeahs Williams. I cans flirt withs Amayas ifs I wants."

Shut up Shkwishgaar/Skwisgaar" Amaya and Murderface yelled at the same time.

Ofdensen glanced at the cameras that monitored the recreation room. He blinked as a drunken Amaya tried to patch up an equally drunken Murderface. Charles would send a klokateer down to double check on them in a little bit.

A tap of a computer key brought up the security footage from outside Mordhaus that had been taken earlier that day. Ofdensen must have watched the tape twenty times, but he still couldn't help but be impressed.

As always Mordhaus was surrounded by fans screaming for Dethklok. One person however caught Charles' attention.

Amaya stood staring up at the dragon shaped building. Her duffel bag and backpack were slung over her shoulders and her suitcase clenched in her hand. With a sigh the woman walked up to a klokateer. There was no sound on the video but whatever Amaya said, the klokateer shook his head no and sent the girl away.

Charles leaned forward, this was the part where it got good.

Amaya huffed and looked around. She began to walk around Mordhaus. Dodging fans, Amaya circled the Haus three times. It took her almost four hours to make her rounds and every time her eyes darted around, taking in everything.

After making her laps, Amaya nodded and smirked. The dark haired girl pushed her way through the crowd of fans and up to the large electrified gate that surrounded Mordhaus.

Charles had never worried much about the emergency exit doors on the outer gate. In the case of an evacuation the deadly amount electricity would shut off allowing klokateers to unlock the gate doors from the inside. However, he was beginning to rethink the safety measures.

Using a larger fan to guard her from being seen by the sniper on duty, Amaya put her suitcase and duffel bag down and pulled a bobby-pin out of her pocket. This had confused Charles at first, the metal bobby-pin should have caused Amaya to fry in a matter of seconds. After talking with some of the female klokateers Ofdensen had concluded that the pin was covered in a smooth rubber that prevented it from sliding out of a woman's hair.

Quicker than Charles would have expected, Amaya had picked the lock on the gate and nudged the door open with the rubber sole of her shoe. Then she picked up her bags and moved aside to wait.

In a matter of moments fans were pouring into the opening to Mordhaus. Klokateers rushed into the yard while others shot from sniping positions.

Amaya waltzed through the chaos as it she owned every patch of land she stepped foot on. For some reason the confidence radiating off the girl kept the klokateers at bay. One for the yard wolves lunged at Amaya, but she swung her suitcase and hit the creature hard. The wolf ran away with it's pride in shambles.

Amaya got to a locked fire escape door and set her bags down again. This time Amaya kept her eyes on the yard, picking the lock on the door behind her back. When the door was unlocked, Amaya held it open with her foot as it would auto-lock if closed, and grabbed her bags before sneaking inside.

It was there that Ofdensen decided to stop the tape. The CFO of the biggest band in the world leaned back in his chair. Sipping the brandy that he had poured sometime during the playing of Amaya's break in footage. Perhaps having Amaya around would be more interesting than Charles had first thought.