When Will returned from meeting with Monty, Blake and I were deep into a game of Call of Battle 6, and the skinny little bastard was kicking my ass. "Get REEEEEKKKKTTT!" Blake taunted as he detonated the semtex he had stuck to my character's face. "Hey Will, welcome back, wanna help me destroy this screenwatcher?" I said, choosing not to respond to Blake's overconfident blithering. "I'm going to bed. Sam, do you feel like making a trip to a phone place tomorrow? Mine's broke." Will replied, taking the SIM card out of his phone and throwing the rest in the trash bin. "Did you drop it or somethin'?" Blake asked, not pausing the game. "No. Monty fucking broke it. He got mad when I told him about those Tabletop Shitheads." 
	I paused the game at that. "Wait, MONTY got angry enough to break something? He's the chill one!" 
"On fucking camera he is, he's got a real bad anger problem irl." Will replied, flopping on his bed and stripping off his shirt. "Yeah, man. He's a ragequitter most of the time." Blake said, walking to the mini fridge and grabbing a Crimson Stag. "He and 'Tasha's room is waaaay better than ours, is bullshit." Will said, mimicking a Russian accent for the last two words. "Makes sense, They keep all the good shit for themselves. 'Tasha gets review deals that aren't even in her wheelhouse." Blake replied, chugging the Stag and giving a theatric shiver. "Here's the kicker, we gotta go to all those stupid Dev parties we got invited to now." Will said, draping his arm over his eyes. "AW COME ON! I fuckin' hate those stupid things!" Blake replied, crushing the silver can with his paw. "I've never actually been to a Dev party, why do they suck so hard?" I asked, choosing to file the previous favoritism comment under 'tired and pissed complaining.' "It's just a bunch of loud music, lots of shitfaced nerds, and absolutely NOWHERE to actually talk! It's even worse for me, 'cause I don't drink..." Blake said, tossing the can in the general direction of the bin as he flopped down on the floor in mock defeat. "How 'bout we all make a day of the phone store thing? Lunch, Goofing off, Vlogging, the works!" I said, ending the game after I glanced at my watch. It was after 2am. "Sounds awesome, our signing thing isn't till, like, 530 tomorrow." Blake replied, rolling over and producing a huge, tongue lolling yawn. "I'm game, never vlogged before, though." Will said, stretching as he lay in bed. "It's easy, just film yourself doing random shit and post it." Blake replied, pulling out his phone "HOLY SHIT it's two thirty, g'night guys, meet you in the lobby at 9?" 
"Sounds like a plan!"
"Sure thing." 
And with that, my first day of being a RambleFox was over, and holy shit, they were different than they were in public.