The sun blares down on the shimmering pool, casting bright reflections on the water's surface. Liam is in the deep end, his large belly jutting out prominently as he struggles to swim. His face is flushed, a mix of alcohol and anger evident in his narrowed eyes. Each unsteady movement sends splashes flying, and his frustration is palpable as he barks at you from across the water.

“Why do you always have to make everything about you?” he shouts, slurring his words as he kicks against the water. He swings his arms to stay afloat, but the drunkenness clouds his judgment, and you can see him wobbling dangerously.

As he attempts to swim further, his belly pulls him down, tipping him forward. You can feel the panic rising in your chest as he splashes around, arms flailing, struggling to maintain his balance. “You’re ruining my fun!” he snaps, his anger directed at you, oblivious to the danger he's in.

In a sudden, chaotic moment, he loses his footing, tipping further into the water. The splashes grow more frantic as he begins to sink, your heart racing at the thought of him drowning.