Chapter 131: Home At Last

Jay was an unrelenting chatterbox of nearly headache-inducing degree, and when I say that, be aware that I'm mostly going off by the way Irene was giving the bubbly intern with far too much to say death glares that could make even the gruffest and toughest sonuvabitch out there rethink their place in the food chain.

True to his claims, the elevators were busted, and according to him with got five floors worth of staircases before we reach where we wanted to go, so Jay, playing the hospitable host to an odd-looking bunch of characters, took up the mantle of tour guide, and weaved and winded us through the halls and stairs of the studio.

Before that though, clicking her tongue at the inconvenience, Irene asked, "Why hasn't it been fixed yet?"

To which Jay simply replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Who's going to? There's no one here."