Graves had known that there was a party, or more so a get-together that the Shadows decided to have. He hadn't minded it, only applying a few basic rules and that it would end before midnight. He had been awake doing some paperwork up until midnight, so he heard the commotion slowly end during that time.

The following morning, he noticed just a few plastic wrappers and plastic rings from what he assumed was beer. He didn't mind as it seemed that the rules were followed, and the only other thing he spotted was a Shadow sleeping on the couch with a tin of a beer can in their hand.

However, something else caught his attention. A ruler with an open-capped Sharpie beside it. He rolled his eyes, picking it up, and only then he got a closer look. The ruler had small lines that were drawn on it at different lengths. He had to think for a moment before he quietly smacked his lips together, shaking his head.

While it wasn't the craziest thing his Shadows had done, it was up there now.

"Now what in the hell.." He muttered in pure disbelief, sighing after.