"There's only three of us," he explains. Is that a tiny pang of disappointment he's feeling when Vena takes the box instead touching him? Possibly. "I wouldn't ask them to come inside," he added. "It's okay. I'm used to this." Somewhat. This isn't the first orgy his truck's been at.

As promised, he takes his leave to gather up more of what's been cooked and packaged. More boxes are brought in and organized on the bar. This time he has a plastic grocery bag hooked around his arm with a variety of beverages. Those he also organizes on the bar: water, sodas, energy drinks, Gatorade. Lather, rinse, repeat.

Levi's actually relieve each time he comes back to see some of the boxes have been taken. Some of the guests even take a break to sit at the bar for their meals. Though, he personally can't imagine having sex immediately after eating. Maybe there should be a warning to wait thirty minutes just like swimming.

On another trip into the house, he's surprised (and maybe a little glad?) to see Vena back at the bar. He assumes Vena's the host as well as the one who chose to hire him, just based on their brief interactions.

Levi can't help himself as he places more food on the bar. "Finally exhausted your friend, hm?"