As I prepare my fourth hot dog while finishing my third, I notice that Alfhild, on the other side of the food table, doesn't look too pleased with her current company. As her brother in arms, I'm honor-bound to assist her in difficult situations such as these as soon as I become aware of them.

So I turn around and go enjoy my hot dogs somewhere else. While doing so, I accidentally bump into someone, getting ketchup all over their jacket.

"HEY! LOOK WHERE YOU'RE GOING, JACKASS!!!" he yells, wiping the ketchup with his hands.

"Sorry, dude," I apologize. "Didn't see ya there!" I just noticed he's a large one. Hope that didn't sound like a weight joke.

A second guy (friend of the first, I assume), quickly walks up to us. He talks to the first guy, but he stares at me. "What's going on? This guy giving you shit, bro? We gonne have a problem here?"

The first guy, a fat dude with a mini-afro, licks the ketchup from his fingers and seems soothed by the taste of junk food. "Ahhh, it's okay... Accidents happen."

"Dammit, CJ!" the second one, a skinny fella with spiky hair, protests. "I wanted to start some shit! You know how it goes!"

"Oh! Sorry, man. Next time."

"Hey, the night's still young," I add. "If you stand near the food table long enough, someone else's gonne bump into you eventually!"

"Yeah, guess you're right..." the second guy says. "I'm Mike, by the way. This fat fuck is Andy." Andy, who left for the food table the moment I pronounced those words, waves.

"I'm Will, but unless you arrived late, you already know that. So, you guys live here...?"

"What, us?" He pauses. "Nah, we're friends of... Joe. Yeah, we go way back, Joe and me. Us."

I nod, trying to remember if I've met any Joes. "Man, I'm glad to hear I'm not the only one who invited outside people to the party..." The second I finish that phrase, I happen to notice that Lance and TC have just arrived. "In fact, there they are! I'm gonna go greet 'em, if you don't mind."

"'Kay, I gotta make sure Andy doesn't choke on a sausage, anyway," Mike with the spiky hair says, as he friendly pats me in the shoulder. "See ya around, dude."

On my way to Lance and TC, I start wondering why Mike called Andy 'CJ' earlier. Hey, maybe they're capes too and that's his codename! Now that that I think about it, they did look vaguely familiar...