A bus has taken a turn to enter a parking lot situated in front of a rather lavish looking camping site - the one peppered with sweet little cabins instead of tents, indicating the folk to inhabit them was the one with money.

The lot that has once stood empty and bare, attracting local delinquents to use it however they pleased in their leisure, has been turned into an attractive holiday destination in the past years and was ready to meet its first visitors.

Once the doors of the bus opened, a bunch of squealing and screeching girls piled out, each admiring the location louder than another. A few of the accompanying adults kept their voices down but wide smiles spread across their faces suggested they have also been approving the view.

The mountains of Northern Georgia haven't been the most popular tourism spot, but giving it a little touch up sure made it desirable enough for the middle class to lay their money out for. The locals, on the other hand, weren't too pleased to have the city folk meddle into their livelihoods, flaunting the economic differences everywhere they went.

"Haven't seen a single bloke yet," Merle Dixon grunted as he was squinting to examine the newcomers. "if them bitches ain't too cocky this may be more fun than we thought."

The rest of the pack of rougher looking young men roared with laughter, although one of them has only given a half-smile. He was seemingly the youngest of the group and didn't look as if he was keen on being there.

"What is it, Darlene? You're not up to showing one of those city whores what a real man is?" the older Dixon taunted upon noticing his little brother not contributing to the mood. "You'd love some good city cock instead?"

The group echoed with the second wave of laughter, Daryl this once releasing as much of a snort himself. "Nah, just think they all ugly," he finally retorted after a moment of considering his reply.

"Well, put a bag on her face if that's the case. A pussy is a pussy," but his answer seemed to satisfy Merle enough to drop the topic.

Daryl would then turn his attention towards the girls now excitedly distributing their luggage and chattering away as they went to occupy their little summer cabins. Despite what he had just said, he had to admit they were prettier than the females present in his circles - better dressed, squeaky clean, radiating the careless lifestyle he was sure they were blessed with.

His eyes stopped on the fiery red hair, lingering on it for longer than he cared to admit. That one sure stood out from the crowd - shame it was only her back he's got to see.

"Holy shit, you see that? A ginger bitch!" Merle whistled, having clearly noticed the same female. With a hair colour so radiant, it was difficult to miss her. "Wanna bet her pubes are ginger too?"

Another lame joke Daryl forced himself to snicker at. Not that he cared to explore what's between the girl's legs; he was more interested to see her face. On the other hand, this wasn't going to bring him any good either. If she was pretty, no doubt Merle would call dibs first and that's where it ended; and if she wasn't he had no business with her either.

"Still no blokes," the older brother commented as the parking lot has emptied. This was actually a good sign, and not because this meant no competition - while the rest were delusional about their macho abilities, Daryl had no such illusion.

The reason they were sitting in the bushes across the parking lot to assess the arriving campers wasn't to score some luck with the ladies. Merle and his gang were keen on terrorizing them for daring to take their once favourite drinking location away and having male figures in there only meant resistance and fights.

Seeing all the visitors were girls, however, meant not only would it be less troublesome but that it may also be delayed had the girls proved to be easy to get. As Merle said in the beginning - if they weren't going to be too cocky, a lot of damage could be averted.

"So, what's the plan?" a young man on Daryl's left asked, clearly waiting for the further instructions now that they knew who they were dealing with.

"Let's come back a few hours later. With few cans. They might care for some fun time if we propose some," Merle replied with a shit-eating grin. Daryl snorted again - his brother was rather predictable.