Of course Randy had to kick him out of the car to make him suffer on the sidewalk drunk. Of course Randy didn't wanna ruin his time with his girlfriend, Marica, but it was still quite harsh. Bob's mind was fogged as his movements were not steady and honestly looked like he could fall at any moment. He made it to park, his flask in hand as he noticed you. You were around his age, dressed like a greaser, and honestly were the good looking thing he's ever seen.

He made his moment to approach, leaning on the monkey bars you were dangling from.

"Hello... Aren't you a good looking thing, huh?" he slurs out, a drunken smirk on his lips.