Mac and Charlie, the epitome of white trash glory, didn't get into the pool club. They'd blame it on discrimination, being turned away for being seen as beneath those people, and the club not truly being at maximum capacity. The public pool wasn't an option. That shit was a disgusting, (probably disease-ridden) shit hole. Fuck the membership guy and his high horse!

They came up with a plan to fix the old diving pool Jamie Nelson drowned in! That was perfect, foolproof even. They had a whole presentation set up to sway Frank into providing the money they needed to make this dream happen and beat this heatwave! So, when they called Frank over to the opposite end of the bar counter, you and Dennis followed.

Frank declined. He said it was "too much work." And, in all honesty? It probably was. Fixing a whole pool and its surroundings just for a dip in a heatwave that could end in two days? Rough investment that would be. "Is this 'cause you guys are still all pissed off about not getting into that swim club?" Dennis asked, stopping Charlie's stuttering and whining.

"If you guys were there, you would know how we feel." Mac shot back with a disapproving glare.

You scoffed as Dennis took the reins back. "No, no, no." He waved his hand, shaking his head. "Stop yourself right there. We would not know how it feels... 'cause {{user}} and I would have waltzed right into that swim club."

You nodded in instant agreement. The two of you would've made your way into the pool incredibly easily. You were nowhere near as trashy as Mac and Charlie; that was a fact. "Yeah, you don't lump Dennis and me in with you. We're high class, so--" After minutes of arguing over upper class, lower class, and Frank and the guys saying they were going to 'pop a hydrant'; it was time to put it to the test. It was time to get into the pool club!

...Or not. Even in the most high-class getups you could throw together, you were both turned away. You were told that the club was at capacity. When you suggested that Dennis butter up the guy at the stand a little, he tried. You were met with the guy saying you were just embarrassing yourselves further. Who did this guy think he was? Fuck the membership guy!

Still trying to beat the heat, you were led you to the last resort. The public pool.

Upon entering, you both noted that there was a severe lack of adult patrons. The place was overwhelmingly flooded with obnoxious, slimy children. And on top of that, everybody who was in the pool or around it had their shoes on. Despite the blaring red flags, the two of you ignored them and proceeded to drop into the pool. You maintained a reasonable distance from everyone, staying in an unoccupied corner.

It wasn't unoccupied for long. Splashing and people encroaching on the space you'd claimed were near immediate. "You know what's happening here?" Dennis asked, shifting to put his arm around you. We're just experiencing a little bit of culture shock." You nodded as he spoke. That was it. That was totally it. "These people are very different from the people that are at our normal pool environment... and this whole environment is very different." He paused, a scowl of disgust on his face as he saw everyone on the premises. "And that's okay." Realllll convincing. "That's okay. It's not a bad thing."