Raiku throws the bad over his shoulder. He walks halfway over to the house, drops the bad, and pulls out his pocket-knife. He cuts the straps of the bag and leaves the pieces of both the straps and bag on the floor. He put his Glider back into his pocket and steps into the house. "Drinking is like cheating. If you don't know what's going on, there's no way you're going to get scared if anything happens." He puts the knife back into his pocket and steps futher into the house and turns the lights on, revealing hundreds of cobwebs in every direction.
"Wow, this place looks horrible," he says, looking around. He begins to walk up thwe stairs and opens a random door. Five minutes later, a flush is heard and Raiku walks out the bathroom, drying his hands. "Don't worry, I washed them. But even though I did, touching anything here could be deadly. It's sickening. . ."

Tristan pops out of another room and pointedly states "Who says anyone was going to be scared, looks like you're setting up bad expectations. Besides, if we don't get drunk, then the cliche will be lost and there won't be any violently horrible deaths, not only that, I found the bag up in this room not moments ago. You think Kurt brought it up?"

Raikus eyes widen. "No; Kurt passed out ni the house a couple of minutes ago. And besides, he doesn't know I didn't bring it. . ." He runs down the stairs to see the bag in the house, just like Tristan explained. "Oh, this can't be good. . ."

Alexa walks in with a stern look on her face and her arms folded over her breasts, "Why did you do that? Why is my beer outside with the straps of the back pack cut off?" she said with venom while glaring at Raiku. "Now you go back outside and get that damn beer before I make you sorry." Alexa's eyes drift at what everyone else is staring at and they go wide at seeing the bag full of beer on the ground, with the straps fully attached. "Uh... wait a second, did I miss something, or wasn't that just outside a second ago? I could have sworn it was outside. Still by the door, she peaks outside and sees that the bag is gone even though she just left it there a moment ago. "Guys, where's Kurt? Why is he not here? Especially during this voodoo shit."

Raiku makes a face when Alexa says "voodoo shit". "I dunno what happened, and I didn't need need about Kurt's digestive problems. And I'm not scared of you; even if it wasn't here I wouldn't touch it again; I'm not a big fan of beer." He walks into the room where the bag is and looks at it's straps; they're attached as if they were never touched. He turns back around to Alexa and says, snikering, "Well, crap is already happnening. . .now it gets interesting. . ."

"Uh guys, can someone let me down, I'm stuck, by the belt I think." Tristan is hanging from a wall coat hook in the main entry way.

Raiku sighs, then pretends not to hear him. "I really don't want to cut him down. . ." he whispers to himself, and continues to inspect the bag. He opens it up; empty. He turns to Alexa and says, "Well, there's nothing in it anyway. . ." He walks over to Tristan and cuts his belt, releasing him from the hook. "I'm going to go look for Kurt. . ." Raiku says while walking away.