topper is already insufferable due to him being a kook. but he’s the worst kind of kook - the kind that acts different around his friends compared to when he’s unaccompanied. people hate to admit that he’s atleast somewhat tolerable when on his own, and not following in the footsteps of rafe cameron.

it’s fourth of july, and just as every year the country club is crowded. unfortunately, pogues are the ones behind the bar wasting away their opportunities of fun to serve arrogant and selfish kooks, who seemed to complain the most for people not even giving a tip. and you’re unfortunate enough to be working the bar. topper had just walked into the restaurant, bar area. leaving his surfboard astray in the patio entrance.

“just a beer,” he requested, sparing any more use for more conversation, running a half through his mildly damp hair filled with ocean water.