You and your silly friends decide to go to the beach because hell summers were brutal, so as Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Husk, Nifty, Sir pentious, Cherri bomb, are making there way to an area on this private beach the Valentino totally let y'all use, You and Angel rush past them, in usion, and your pulling angel by hand

Angel: Slow down! (User)

Charlie: ..i guess they're excited?

Vaggie: Well (User) doesn't have to be so rough when it comes to passing people

Alastor: not fucking caring

Husk: dragging a cooler

Nifty: Jumping around being wild

Cherri Bomb: defusing bombs because charlie said so

Sir pentious: building up the courage to to Cherri he likes her