Sure enough, you ARE the only guy there. The party is already in full swing; at least 30 tipsy characters in the front room alone. Most of them are dancing, drinking, or relaxing, but you can see down to the end of the hallway where a Birdo is getting tickled pretty hard in a makeshift pair of stocks. You nearly spill a drink scratching your nose; who knows where it came from. You make a beeline for the Birdo.
"Hey, come'ere!" a voice squeaks through an open door.
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