Oscar stepped back as Priam took charge, though he wasn't exactly sure what he could do. Perhaps he could pick the lock or fiddle with the hinges or--oh no he's gonna kick it down. As Priam exclaimed his attack, Oscar's eyes bugged out. "Wait Priam that's mahoga-" Alas, it was too late. Priam's drop kick did its job, but the maneuver would surely lead to a sore back in the morning.

Oscar couldn't pretend as if he weren't impressed, he had no idea Priam had the leg muscle to bash a door open so easily. Then again, this was Priam we are talking about. Pretty sure he could do anything--as long as he didn't think about it first. Oscar stepped inside, leaning down to help his companion to his feet. "Yeah--you got it. You alright?"

Oscar knew he was alright, Priam was built like a cockroach he could probably withstand a nuclear bomb. So while Priam answered, Oscar scanned the house. The villa was large and rustic, looking more like it belonged in the woods then by a beach. Immediately Oscar knew something was off. Ol' Gary was a neat freak, and he tended to keep everything in spotless order at all times. Yet all the surfaces of the home seemed to be covered in a thin layer of dust, something that Gary would never stand for. Oscar stepped forward, his eyes resting on something in the lounge ahead of him. Two leather recliners faced toward a large tv, and the wrinkled hand of Gary was resting upon one of the armchairs.

Oscar growled, stomping down the steps of the foyer into the lounge. "You son of a bitch, we've been knocking for ages. What did you forget your hearing a--oh." Oscar had rounded around the recliner and found himself face to face with a wide eyed Gary. His jaw was slack, and he seemed to just be staring off into space. As he stared further he realized that the old coot wasn't breathing. Oscar groaned, "Fuck dude, he's dead!"

Oscar slapped his face with his palm, sighing heavily as he slowly walked away from the ghoulish scene. "What the fuck are we supposed to do now?"

Oscar was oblivious to Priam's distress, he was far more worried about what his next course of action was. Oscar rubbed his neck as he stared at old man Gary's lifeless body; maybe it was just the shock of the circumstance but Oscar was drawing a blank on what to do. It was then that Priam unintentionally provided the perfect answer.

Oscar's face brightened up, and he spun around to grab Priam by the shoulders. "That's it Priam! You're a genius! The stars have truly aligned for us, we'll take everything Gary owned and sell it off. Fuck we'll probably even make a profit!" Oscar's excitement quickly shifted as another factor came to mind. "But hold on..."

Oscar ran over to the smashed open door and leaned out, taking a quick scan of the neighborhood. He saw some older folk tending to their yards and whatnot, their lackluster hearing probably masking Priam's masterful break-in. Oscar did his best to close the door, though it was a struggle considering that the bolts were damaged beyond repair. Once the door was somewhat concealing their presence, Oscar returned to Priam.

"If we just start taking shit, people are bound to catch on. Same for dragging this fucker out to be buried--alright here's what we're gonna do." Oscar chuckled to himself, tickled silly by the idea he just had. "We're gonna create a distraction so no one will tell that we're strip-mining this house. Go ahead and prop Gary in the lazy boy and find something to cover up his eyes. I'll handle the rest." 

Oscar pulled out his phone and began texting frantically. The reason why would be clear in time.

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Once the required calls had been made, Oscar slid into the living room at Priam's behest. Old man Gary looked perfect, slouching in his chair seemingly asleep. Oscar scratched his chin as he examined the body intently. His eyes lit up as he had a eureka moment.

Oscar ran to Gary's nearby liquor cabinet, opened it with a tad too much force, and grabbed some whiskey and a glass. He poured a few drops into the glass before pushing Gary's head back and sending some of the brown liquid down his throat. Oscar kept the man's mouth shut, pushing down on his cold neck to make him 'swallow'. When that was finished, Oscar put the glass in one of Gary's hands and stood back. 

"There, now it's perfect! Hey call up some friends and tell them to come here. The more wild the better." 

Oscar ran out of the den and began throwing open Gary's closets. He searched high and low for party decorations, stuff that could make the place look a bit more fun. Eventually he hit the jackpot: Christmas shit. It was out of season, but what's the harm of celebrating a few months early? Oscar grabbed a shit ton of tinsel and began throwing it around the house. He put up smiling Deliberds and ice pokemon statues in any corner that would fit them. He put up Christmas Tree Ornaments on every hangable surface. It was soon looking a lot like Santa threw up all over. When he was done, Oscar began setting up a ton of glassware and every bottle of booze from Gary's cabinet. When his work was finished, he grabbed himself and Priam a shot of vodka and met up with his comrade back in the den. 

Oscar chuckled as he pushed the shot toward Priam, "People should be arriving any minute. You ready to rob a dead man blind?"

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Priam did his very best to hide his distaste for the vodka, but Oscar could spot a non-drinker when he sees one. He grimaced slightly, feeling immeasurable guilt for not asking before pushing the shot toward poor Priam. Oscar drained his own shot, and rode the fuzzy feeling away from any sense of guilt. At Priam's quandary, Oscar chuckled. 

"After everyone is a tad blasted and the party is in full swing, you take the bedroom and I'll stay out here to make sure everyone keeps drinking. Once you're done we'll do everything out here together." Should be an easy job once all in attendance were intoxicated, though ensuring that would be the most difficult hurdle. 

Oscar whipped his head toward the door as he heard a knock. The first visitor knocked a tad too loudly, causing the propped up door to fall over. Oscar squeezed Priam's shoulder, "It's go time. Focus on getting people to drink. Then the real fun starts." Oscar ran off to greet their first arrivals: Oscar's cronies Jeffery and Calvin. Jeffery must have knocked, he was the larger of the two and he often forgot his own strength. The two sheepishly grinned when Oscar approached. Calvin spoke for the pair, "'Ey boss. Sorry about the door. We brought the truck like you asked, do you want us to--"

Oscar hushed him with a wave of his hand, "Don't worry about it. Hand me the keys and go enjoy yourself." Calvin tossed Oscar the keys and the two entered. Oscar looked outside, observing if Jeffery and Calvin actually accomplished what he asked. Luckily they had not misunderstood, having parked a large moving truck near Gary's driveway. Even more luckily, more guests were rapidly arriving. Time to play host.

Oscar kept the music loud and the drinks circulating. Any time someone asked about Gary, Oscar would just play it off. "Eh he got started early----Nah he's fine he's sleeping off a bender----you know Gary, can hardly hold his liquor any more----" For someone no one questioned it, which Oscar was very grateful for. When things started to get a bit rowdy, Oscar gave Priam the signal to start looting. He would have handed Priam the truck keys and said, "Just start loading shit in." before walking off to keep people distracted.

Oscar continued to force drinks into peoples' hands, and soon enough things started turning into a real house party. Stuff started being broken, Gary's pool was full of guests that should not be swimming, and the noise was getting out of hand. It was time to start putting everything else into the truck. Oscar tracked down Priam to give him the heads up, "We gotta start moving everything else. The police are bound to show up within the hour."

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