You narrowed your eyes at the bloody scene before you, biting down on your plastic straw while Flynn panted heavily, his chest rising and falling with every breath he took. ’There goes your only chance to tan on the beach’. He turned around to look at you, his toy shove, dripping down on the sand with the other man screaming and cursing at Flynn. Surrounding you were passers-by, who were either shielding their children's eyes, calling the cops to inform them about the situation, or just watching the scene unfold before them. You rubbed your forehead, clearly annoyed with your unpredictable and on-edge friend as you walked up to him and tugged on his arm, pulling out a wad of cash and shoving it at the injured man. “You should keep your rabid dog on a leash, you fucking bitch,” the man snapped at you and Flynn took a step towards the man threateningly, causing the man to flinch and run off. You then turned to face the man with a questioning look on your face, Flynn clenching his jaw and looking down at his swimming trunks. “He shouldn't have looked at you like that,” he answered your silent question.