CHAPTER 4: BUSINESS IS BOOMING, PART 3
The city of Ocean Shores was mostly a wealthy one in its fair day, raking in hundreds of millions in revenue from tourists hailing from all over Earth. As such, the citizens of Ocean Shores, well-off and placated in a healthy economic lifecycle, are friendly enough folk to one another.
For the youth, however, the setting does not have the same effect. Young people are not burdened with the same concerns as adults, and the issues of money are resolved by their parents and guardians. allowing them whatever pleasures they desire to be granted to them by those with control over the capitalistic resource.
It is only when they fully mature that they come aware of these greater responsibilities, and perhaps grow as noble and kind as their parents, but it is only with proper child rearing that they can grow to responsible, good people. In the case of Reggie Rocket, we have seen it become successful, with Otto Rocket, we see he has a ways to go for himself...
...but for Lars Rodriguez, he has perhaps fallen the furthest out of lockstep with human society, and nowhere near what one might call a good person.
[Soundtrack Cue: Twiztid - We Don't Die]
Making his way across the city, Lars Rodriguez continued his endless search for fun for himself, preferring to find it at the expense of others. Having his satisfaction taken from him after his attempts to sell illegal drugs and stir trouble at Squid's Electronics, he needed to find a new outlet to release his sociopathic tendencies on others, causing him to migrate in search for more fertile grounds for them to grow.
Or, to put a less flattering analogy on a less deserving man, like a virus in search for another host to infect.
Like his internal feelings of antisociality are displayed outwards by his facial expression, his outward appearance also shared the same sentiment; alongside his drug-filled trenchcoat, his t-shirt also displayed a vulgar message intended to put anyone off, depicting the Sesame Street character Elmo holding a coat hanger, with text that read 'THIS MIGHT TICKLE'.
Looking for trouble with an observant eye, Lars' exodus led him to Zero Gravity Zone, the outer heaven for all skaters in the country.
The mega-chain of skating parks has remained a popular enterprise to this day, known for its numerous themes extending from science fiction to fantasy to ancient times, its many appearances of professional extreme athletes, and much, much sought out sponsorships.
Despite its glamour, the chain has its controversy. With every new appearance of a Zero Gravity Zone, its opening decimates the local skate parks of every town that it appears in, such as Ocean Shores' own local park of Madtown, making small skating businesses in danger and giving Zero Gravity Zone a monopoly on the industry.
In light of this market change, skaters are left with only two choices to pursue their passion: Skate with them, or quit the sport.
Stepping through the doors to the skate park, making his way to the lobby, Lars took a long, good look at the inside, taking in all the sights of the park and its various courses before planning to cause mayhem within. Starting his mayhem with something simple yet effective, Lars placed a cigarette in his mouth and lit it, taking in a deep inhale before walking in any further, all while standing next to a 'NO SMOKING' sign.
A ZGZ employee, taking immediate notice of Lars' tobacco habit, approached him to inform him of his violation.
"Pardon me, sir, we don't allow smoking within Zero Gravity Zone. I'm afraid you'll have to go outside if you'd like to smoke." The employee said.
Lars flicked the cigarette towards the employee, causing the employee to try to knock the cigarette off of himself before he could get burned.
"Sorry, I don't speak English." Lars said.
Looking towards the first ramp within his sight, part of a normal, non-themed skating pit, Lars began to walk towards the pit, aiming to join in. Another employee, one in charge of security, took notice that Lars did not purchase an entry ticket, attempting to bypass the line to enter the park.
Acting to stop the freeloading Lars, the security guard approached Lars and stepped in front of him to prevent him from entering.
"Pardon me, sir, but I believe you've forgotten to purchase an entry ticket." The security guard said.
"Oh, don't worry, I got a pass." Lars said.
"May I see it?"
"...No."
"And why not?"
"Because you did not say the magic word."
"And what is the magic word, sir?"
"Why, 'please', of course."
"May I see your pass, please, sir?"
"Well, since you asked so nicely."
Lars then reached into his pocket, pulling back out his empty hand, and extending his middle finger to the security guard, giving a smirk and snicker as he did so. As anyone would react in his situation, the security guard was not amused nor pleased by Lars' antics, now deciding to take action to the unwelcome guest.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave, sir." The security guard said.
"I'm afraid you'll have to try a little harder than that, white boy. Your mom certainly took much harder from me last night, and she's already made me her new boyfriend. So you'd better loosen up that attitude, or I may not take you out for ice cream later." Lars said.
"Okay, let's go."
The security guard attempted to apprehend Lars in response, trying to gently but firmly escort him outside. His efforts to do his job, however, were made only to be stopped in a rather crude fashion. Lars delivered a sharp kick to the security guard's groin, bringing an Earth-shattering pain to his testicles.
Not able to withstand the pain of his crushed gonads, the security guard fell to the ground with a wince, to which Lars laughed at.
Leaving behind the downed guard, Lars walked into the skating pit unobstructed, standing in the middle of the path of numerous skating teenagers and young adults, forcing them to try to maneuver around him. Not having brought a skateboard of his own, he scanned around for one to steal for himself, selecting the weakest target he could find.
Choosing a scrawny teenager, Lars pushed him off of his board once he came his way, knocking the young skater to the ground. Taking the skater's board for himself, Lars began skating off to leave the boy helpless and thieved, moving down the pit to find a suitable spot to skate.
A rival of Otto Rocket for many years, Lars is not without his own skating talent, performing a few tricks of his own that very few skaters can accomplish on their own. Like Otto Rocket, skating and sports are some of the few pleasures that he loves to indulge in, and he has always lived for the ride, but he has lived more violently and carelessly in his hedonistic pursuits, and, as many flaws as Otto has, he is nowhere near as bad as Lars has become.
Impulsive and antisocial, Lars is little more than a lone wolf in the woods: Dangerous, wild, unpredictable, and vicious.
A further example of this behavior is shown when Lars took notice of a young woman skating alongside a young man. The two were holding hands, making an obvious display of affection marking the two as together, but Lars took no care in this, disregarding the social norm completely.
Instead, only concerning himself with the young woman's above-average chest and most impressive behind. Reptilian instincts retained by nature and fueled by years of a delinquent youth and ineffective parenting has made him lose all concern for the current moment, choosing instead to force himself on this young woman.
Having selecting his next target for mischief, Lars cut in between the two skaters, nudging away the young man so he make his advances to the young woman. Recognizing the intent behind his crooked smile and lustful eyes, the efforts is much to the woman's discomfort and annoyance, attempting to conserve her anger by shooing him away.
"Hey, baby, what's your name?" Lars asked.
"In case you didn't notice, I'm taken." The woman said.
"That's a long-ass name. How about I just call you 'Stacy' instead?"
"How about you piss off, asshole?"
"How about you show me your pisser and your asshole?"
[Soundtrack Cue End]
Lars began to grope at the young woman's bottom, eliciting a yelp from her, and causing her to react by landing a slapping hand to Lars' face. Lars, not easily dissuaded by actions of rejection, slapped the woman back, making his attack hard enough to knock her to the ground.
Witnessing violence being committed on a woman, many of the other skaters took notice of Lars' actions, stopping and coming closer to observe or take action. Having downed the poor young woman after slapping her, Lars skated back to her, disembarking his stolen skateboard to accost her, reaching for his pants to unzip them.
"Alright, bitch. You're lucky I like things a little rough, because, now, I'm gonna make you forget all about your beta bitch boyfriend." Lars said.
Before Lars could continue anything towards the young woman, her boyfriend returned, running towards Lars while wielding his skateboard like a weapon, and smacking Lars in the back of his head with it. Not able to anticipate the attack, Lars fell face-first on the ground, the hard concrete impacting his face, and causing his pants to fall down and display his bare bottom.
The embarrassing wardrobe malfunction gained large laughs from the crowd, but they had no effect on Lars nor his intent to counterattack. Quickly getting back up on his feet, Lars faced his attacker, pulling up his pants and cracking his neck, staring back at him with a look of full rage.
"Alright, punk, you do that to my girlfriend, you and I are gonna have some words!" The young man shouted.
Reaching into his trench coat, Lars pulled out a knife, bringing a gasp out from the skaters of Zero Gravity Zone.
"Oh, you're gonna have some words, alright, and they're gonna be along the lines of 'Oh, god, please don't kill me!', or some pussy shit like that. White people always die the whinest." Lars said.
Making a swing of his knife towards the young man, Lars' attack was stopped by the young man grabbing his arm and pounced on him, attempting to keep the knife away at all times. The young man clearly displayed some martial arts skills, but Lars, more experienced in street fights, was experienced enough to hold his own, and bring the element of surprise on his side.
Kicking the man off, Lars raised his hand and tried to drive it into the young man's eye, only to have it stopped by the young man's own hands. Keeping the knife away from his body, the young man managed to successfully knock the knife away, saving him from the immediate danger of the blade.
Deprived of his weapon, Lars then grabbed the young man by his head and began punching him in the face repetitively. Realizing how the hero in the fight was losing, the surrounding skaters, trying to come to the young man's assist, all rushed to Lars to try to pull him away.
An avid sports player for many years, Lars holds far more strength than the lot of the young people, allowing him to push most of them off with relative ease. However, the fight soon became a question no longer of strength, but instead numbers, as shown by Lars' struggles to free his arms and ward off his attackers.
The brawl came to a clear end when the security guards of Zero Gravity Zone managed to reach the fight, immediately rushing in to break it up. The security guards, all grabbed hold of Lars and lifted him up, preventing him from fighting further. Though not given an easy task against a wild man like him, the guards have successfully stopped his attacks, making them the victors.
With Lars subdued and defeated, one of the security guards walked up to speak to him personally. The security guard making an audience with Lars, to none of his surprise, was the very same one that Lars assaulted not moments ago, more than eager to let in a last comeback.
"I guess I'm not getting that ice cream, huh?" The security guard joked.
Joining the rest of the security guards, holding Lars tightly, carried him away, removing him from the skate park. Relieved to see the disruptive problem be removed from the park, the other skaters of Zero Gravity Zone cheered, celebrating his removal and the work of the security guards.
Upon exiting the front door, the security guards tossed him to the concrete ground, beridding themselves of the problem of Lars Rodriguez. Attempting to pick himself off of the hard concrete ground, Lars, unable to manage anything more than putting himself on his back for the moment, screamed with anger at his treatment.
"YO, MAN, WHAT THE FUCK?!" Lars shouted.
As Lars laid on the ground in pain, a pair of attractive women walked to the front door, going inside with skateboards in hand to enter the park. Always distracted by youthful women with attractive bodies, especially good curves as these two women had on their bottoms, Lars made a pass to the women passing him.
"Hey, girls, you ever try putting two buns on a hot dog before? Your buns look plenty big enough for my wiener." Lars said.
Not surprisingly, the two women reacted to his offer with less than no impression, revolting in his bloody face and vulgar remark.
"Ew, no." One girl said.
"Just ignore him, Naomi. Let's go inside." The other girl said.
Leaving the beaten Lars behind, the two women entered the skate park without paying him any more mind, making Lars lean his head back on the ground in defeat.
"Ungh... Fuck." Lars groaned.
Not being able to terrorize the park nor its guests anymore, Lars picked himself up on his feet again, angrily walked away from the park. Rejected and thwarted once again, he began to search for another outlet for his immature aggression, leaving him to become someone else's problem.
Standing in the corner of Zero Gravity Zone's exterior, however, a group of shady-looking characters looked upon Lars, having witnessed his past endeavor in the park, and deciding he was of use to their own ends. In that decision, it is now that they come out from the shadows, silently moving up behind Lars.
Throwing a pillowcase over his head, the mysterious characters began dragging Lars with them, making him react with fear and panic in muffled yells.
"Hey, what the fuck?! Let go of me! Get the fuck off of me, you shitheads! Let me go!" Lars shouted.
Taking him back to an employees-only area of Zero Gravity Zone, approaching from an entrance not intended for normal customers, the individuals dragged him back inside the building. Unable to see with the bag over his head, Lars had no true awareness of where he was, nor did he possess even the bare basics of detective skills to realize he was being pulled back inside, leaving him more confused and scared.
"Where the fuck are you taking me, man?! What do you want with me?! I don't even know you fucks!" Lars shouted.
Lars is eventually taken to the main office of Zero Gravity Zone, where the owner of the skate park franchise, Alex Gravity, sat contently in a chair in wait for him. His subordinates, bringing Lars before their employer, sat the sociopathic skater on his knees, leaving him at the mercy of Alex Gravity.
Still having no understanding of where he was or what these people wanted with him, Lars continued to panic and grow fearful, trying to say anything he could to survive.
"Yo, man, if this is about that money I borrowed, I'll get it back to Salamanca, okay? ¡Soy un traficante del cartel! ¡Tengo conexiones!" Lars panicked.
One of the subordinates removed the pillowcase from Lars' head, giving him sight once again.
"Speak English, you fucking dork. If we were gonna kill you, we would've done it already." One subordinate said.
"Tuco didn't send you?" Lars asked.
"Do we sound like we're from the fucking cartel, you dumbass?"
Relieved to see the worst of his troubles over, Lars let out a sigh of relief, laughing off his fears.
"Oh... Oh, shit... You had me scared for a second there." Lars laughed.
Lars tried to stand up again, but the subordinates forced him back on the ground.
"Ow! That hurt, fuckhead!" Lars protested.
"Now, now, boys, no need to treat him like that. This is a job interview, after all, he's got enough stress on his plate. Please, my friend, why don't you have a seat?" Alex Gravity asked.
Getting up again, Lars took a seat across from Alex Gravity, rudely placing his feet on his desk. Unamused by his impolite gesture, Alex Gravity took a pen and pushed his feet to the side, keeping Lars' dirty shoes away from his face and allowing the two to face each other again.
"So, I can safely assume you know who I am and where you are?" Alex Gravity asked.
"Not a fucking clue." Lars said.
Surprised to see Lars' complete ignorance on the questions, Alex Gravity raised an eyebrow.
"Really? You've never seen my face before at all?" Alex Gravity asked.
"Nigga, I don't even remember what the last shit I took looked like." Lars said.
"I see. Well, then, I hope you can at least guess where you are?"
"In a rich asshole's office?"
"And in what building do you think this rich asshole's office is?"
"The Chrysler Building? I don't fucking know."
"Boss, this guy's a fucking idiot. Should we just dump him?" One subordinate asked.
"I'll be the judge of that, boys. To answer my questions for you, my dim-witted friend, you're back in Zero Gravity Zone. My office. I'm the owner of the entire company, Alex Gravity." Alex Gravity said.
"Okay, whoopie-fucking-do. What the fuck did you drag me in the back of your office for?" Lars asked.
"Well, you're the one who was making a bit of a mess in my building, so you tell me."
"I make a mess in a lot of buildings, I never got dragged into anybody's office that wasn't a cop's office."
"I'm sure you haven't, but you could be winding up in front of an officer's desk once again if you're not prepared to listen to what I have to say."
"You don't have shit on me, asshole."
Alex Gravity moved his chair back to show an array of security cameras, all showing footage of Lars' actions in the park.
"I have HD security camera footage and a bunch of very angry park guests. That should be more than enough to put you behind bars. For a long time." Alex Gravity said.
Lars' brash attitude died down to an uncomfortable one, attempting to keep his attitude lowered to avoid jail time.
"So why are we talking?" Lars asked.
"I have a job for you. Your little... indiscretion might have been an issue for my park, but it also served as a great audition tape. I like your style. You don't back down, and you give zero fucks in general. For a second there, I really thought you would win that fight. I have a use for that." Alex Gravity said.
"What, you want me to be a security guard or something?"
"No. What I have for you is a job that's the same as their job: strictly off-the-books, shaky legal ground, and, of course, a big payoff. My boys are plenty skilled on their own, but I could use a local, someone who knows the playing ground better than us."
"And what if I tell you to go fuck yourself?"
"Then I will. And as I'm fucking myself, I'll be handing this footage to the authorities and watching you rot in a jail cell. You can try to tell them about this meeting, but I don't think they'll take the word of a little drug-peddling, psychopathic, permanent adolescent such as yourself. But, if you accept, not only will this little problem of yours go away, but you'll get to do a job where a little drug-peddling, psychopathic, permanent adolescent such as yourself will be the most comfortable: Causing a little ruckus, making a big mess, and all the while not care who's going to clean it up."
The offer now began to persuade Lars, overriding his hesitance towards the others and taking away his fear of prison time. A simple man with simple urges, the chance to have a job, illegitimate or otherwise, to cause as much destruction as he pleases, is one that he is more than willing to accept, all the more incentivized by the chance to prevent another offense on his criminal record.
Wishing for a verbal answer, Alex Gravity extended his hand for a handshake.
"Well, how about it? Are you in or out?" Alex Gravity asked.
Upon having the hand set in front of him, Lars immediately took and shook it hard, bringing a wide smile to Alex Gravity's face.
"Hell, yeah, motherfucker. I'm in." Lars said.
"Excellent. Now, I do believe I introduced myself already, but you have not yet. As I said, my name is Alex Gravity. Yours is...?" Alex Gravity asked.
"Lars. Lars Rodriguez. Just tell me one thing, boss. Do I still get to skate?"
"Oh, indeed you do, Mr. Rodriguez. In fact, you'll be doing it as part of your very job, to help me test some new boards I'll be introducing to my park soon. Show him."
The subordinates brought forth a skateboard and handed it to Alex Gravity, allowing him to show it off to Lars. Eager to observe the new skateboard, Lars' excitement turned to confusion when looking upon the skateboard; it had appeared to be very futuristic and highly electronic, but it had no wheels, which made him ponder if the board was not yet finished.
"Uh... cute, but, where's the wheels?" Lars asked.
"Wheels?" Alex Gravity asked.
Alex Gravity then threw the skateboard to the ground, making Lars brace himself for the sound it would make when it hit the floor, closing his eyes.
To his surprise, the board never hit the floor, never having made a sound to signify its collision with the hard ground. Opening his eyes in confusion, he looked to the ground to see what became of the skateboard, and what he saw made his eyes open further in surprise.
The skateboard had indeed never hit the ground, but the reason why it did was a reason he never thought possible:
It floated above the ground.
"For your job, my friend, you won't need... wheels." Alex Gravity said.
[Soundtrack Cue: Slightly Stoopid - This Joint]
Far from the wealthy area of Zero Gravity Zone and its business sector, in the backyard of the far more impoverished area of Otto and Twister's house and neighborhood, Otto laid in a small swimming pool barely big enough to fit two small children, but nonetheless sat in it with his current girlfriend, Clio, shared a marijuana cigarette together.
Intoxicated off the herb, the two also took to listening to reggae music to enhance the mood. Sitting next to the pool was Otto's trusty boom box, Slightly Stoopid's This Joint, track 8 from their album Closer to the Sun; a calming, relaxing song to match the calming, relaxing plant which they smoked.
Continuing the passion the began moments ago inside the house, they are still well at it in the tiny pool, basking in each other's company and in the hot Californian sun and kissing one another with the radio still playing. Taking more and more puffs away at the joint, Otto and Clio both continued their high from smoking their homemade marijuana cigarette, slowly trading their consciousnesses for peace.
Even though the two were nearly without any thoughts, focusing only on relaxing in the moment, Clio's visit was not simply for physical pleasures, as she soon would make clear. She had decided that it was time to have a serious discussion with Otto, one concerning the future of their relationship.
Though handicapped in that mission with the marijuana smoke in her lungs, she still has enough concentration to ask, which she does with Otto.
"Hey, Otto. You ever get tired of skating for NewTube? Don't you want to do something else with your life?" Clio asked.
"What for? I got everything I want and need right here. And I got what I currently want and need right on me, literally." Otto replied.
Clio giggled at Otto's flirtatious joke, the cannabis enhancing her sense of humor, but it was not enough to sway her from the topic of the conversation.
"I'm serious, Otto. Your house is always a huge wreck, you barely have any money, and you do less than everyone else on the planet. Don't you wanna do something more with your life?" Clio asked.
"Like what?" Otto asked.
"I don't know, become a lawyer... a doctor... a veterinarian..."
"You gotta go to school for that stuff. 'Otto Rocket' and 'School' don't go in the same sentence together. Besides, why would I go to school to be a doctor when I can give you as many check-ups as you want already? Here, I can be your gynecologist and check if everything's alright down there."
Otto moved his head down to her mons pubis to leave a kiss on it, making Clio giggle at the sense of his lips touching her skin. Barely able to hold on to her train of thought with the devil's leaf pulling the strings of her consciousness and concentration, Clio found herself only able to laugh at Otto's flirtatious joke and gesture.
"Yup, looks all fine here. You're perfectly healthy, ma'am, but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to give you an injection of my special fluid directly inside." Otto said.
"You're high." Clio said.
"So are you."
"Your eyes are so red right now."
"Your eyes are redder than mine."
"How do you know? You can't see your own eyes."
"I can do this and see them."
Otto went cross-eyed, attempting to look at his own eyeballs to prove his point. After a few seconds of struggling, Otto found himself unable to do the task that he set himself up for, far too intoxicated to do so. Clio, finding his attempts at trying to impress her hilarious, laughed extremely hard, making Otto laugh with her.
Unbeknownst to the two intoxicated lovers, another figure began approaching them from behind, looking in disappointment at the antics of the two young adults. Had the two their full sensory capabilities, they would have noticed the figure standing right behind them, but took no notice to him.
Until he personally spoke up.
"Having fun, little cuzes?" Tito asked.
[Soundtrack Cue End]
Startled at the appearance of the portly Hawaiian man standing behind them, Otto and Clio gave out frightened gasps, making the former drop their joint in the pool. Trying his best to focus through his high and establish his communication skills once again, Otto put most of his concentration trying to talk to Tito, attempting to overcome his own embarrassment.
"Uh, hey, Tito. What, uh... What are you doing in my backyard?" Otto asked.
"Twister let me back here when I was looking for you." Tito replied.
"Okay, but, like, why are you at my house? I've never seen you come around here before."
"And for good reason. I've seen Hawaiian pigs more cleaner than you two, and not one of them ever left good food to lie around and rot on the floor."
"Yeah, uh, I was gonna clean it up, like, next... century?"
"Well, that's definitely the most accurate thing you've ever said, little cuz. Anyway, I came to invite you to a cookout at Ray's house. I'm doing the cooking."
Not wanting to hear about his father once again in the same day, Otto let out an annoyed groan, his bloodshot eyes rolling back in his head.
"Tito, what makes you think I wanna go back to see my dad? All he cares about is that bitch Noelani he picked up in Hawaii 14 years ago. He doesn't care about me." Otto said.
"Now, don't be talking that way about my cuz, cuz. You're dad's putting together this cookout to show you that he still cares about you. He just wants to catch up a little."
"Yeah, so he can probably bitch that I'm not doing what he thinks I should be doing... or some shit like that. Like, as if he's got nothing better to do with his own time."
"Not true, cuz. You're dad's a good man, he just wants to see his son again. You sure I can't convince you to come? You'll get free food."
Thinking over Tito's offer through his drug-filled haze, Otto contemplated his offer carefully. While the last thing he wanted to do was encounter his father and re-hash numerous bad years of conflict between the two, he is still a stoner through and through, and a stoner will never decline free food, practically guarantee of an answer of 'yes'.
"I don't know, Tito. Me, Twist, Squid, and Clio were gonna pay Mary Jane a visit tonight." Otto said.
"It's not tonight, cuz. Either tomorrow or the day after. Your call. Besides, it looks more like Mary Jane had plans for an afternoon swim." Tito said.
Tito pointed out the joint floating in the pool, making Otto quickly realize his mistake. Otto quickly rushed to save the joint to usable standards, but the paper was now far too wet, crumbling in his hands and falling apart. Having foolishly destroyed the last of his marijuana, he groaned in frustration at his own stupidity.
"Damn it, Twister's gonna kill me. That was our last joint. Now we gotta buy some more. We're low on cash as it is." Otto said.
"Then it sounds like you could use some free food at my cookout and save a few pennies. You coming or not? You may wanna make sure this time, I'm making Hotdurgers." Tito asked.
Contemplating again on Tito's offer, the promises of free food overriding all as predicted, Otto finally accepted the offer with a begrudging tone of voice.
"Okay, sure. I'll go. You know I can't say no to your cooking." Otto said.
"Don't thank me yet, little cuz. You gotta promise me that you'll try your best to make things good with your family. Your dad went through a lot of trouble to set this up." Tito said.
"Best behavior. No problem."
"Alright. What time's good for you?"
"Uh... day after tomorrow. I can't stay long, we're planning a smokeout with Squid- I mean, Sam, after."
"No problem, cuz. Remember, best behavior."
"Best behavior, sure. I can do that. I'm looking forward to it. For now, I'd better get ready go get some more weed."
Preparing himself for a trip to the town to obtain more marijuana, Otto attempted to get out of the pool, but his efforts lef him to stumble and fall to the ground; still high and intoxicated, he was unable to fully coordinate his muscles properly, turning his escape from the pool into a challenge. Rushing to aid his metaphorical nephew, Tito picked Otto up off of the ground, placing him on his feet again.
"Fuck, I'm still high as shit. I must've smoked more than I thought." Otto mumbled.
"Sniff some black pepper and take a cold shower. You'll sober right up." Tito said.
Patting Otto on his back, Tito sent him on his way back in the house, watching him step slowly and carefully to make his way back.
"Thanks, Tito. Just... gotta... get... inside..." Otto mumbled.
"You can make it, cuz. See you the day after tomorrow!" Tito called.
"Yeah, Tito, see you then! One... foot... in front... of the other..."
Leaving Otto to his difficult task, Tito prepared to head back to his car, bidding the other of the two present goodbye.
"Bye, Tito!" Clio said.
"Bye, Clio." Tito said.
As Tito left, Clio also attempted to get out of the pool, but she found her muscle control was completely gone in her high, leaving her stuck in the water. With both Tito and Otto gone, there remained no one else to give her a hand out of the pool, forcing her to scream for help.
"Hey, wait! I need help, too! Tito? Otto? Anybody?!" Clio shouted.