[It takes several hours, but eventually Cain crashes from the drugs pushed on him by other attendees. He's gone through a few bottles of water in the process, and he's sweat through the flimsy white scrubs given to them. It's not that surprising he decides to shed the upper shirt for blessed cool air on his skin.
At some point, as agitation begins to build upon exhaustion, he comes across another fellow white-dressed individual... in the process of undressing an extremely inebriated man.
Cain stands there, staring, hands planted on his hips. At least he can think clearly again.]
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At some point, as agitation begins to build upon exhaustion, he comes across another fellow white-dressed individual... in the process of undressing an extremely inebriated man.
Cain stands there, staring, hands planted on his hips. At least he can think clearly again.]
... What are you doing?