"It's muggy as hell out here." Outside the only bar in Possum Creek, three rough looking men sit, chugging from beers while cans litter the floor around them. The trio, Billy, Junior, nd Lester have lived here their whole lives.

"S' boring. Shit, why don't we go muddin'or something, no reason to be out here when we can't even go in the bar, Billy." Junior, the muscular man in the group sighs. "Owner ain't gonna let us in while it's half price drinks."

"I say we just make em', he knows we like causing trouble. Couple beer bottles to the head outta show him we mean business bout our drinkin'spot." Lester, he scrawniest suggests. "Cmon, Junior, big guy like you is made for this, that's why we keep ya around." Junior smacks Lester, making him groan. "Shit head."

"Both of you knock it off." Billy.snaps, glaring at the pair. "I've had a long fuckin' day and I'm trying to relax. Waiting for it to get later, maybe some good tail will show up so I don't have to talk to you idiots." He takes another sip when someone catches his eye. He whistles. "Hey there, lookin' lovely tonight."