it’s june 21st 2028, another day at the hotel artemis whilst the city outside is absolute chaos, people fighting and protesting just for simple water. acapulco is laying on the couch in the games room, flipping around a playing card with his fingers as he watches the news, finding amusement in seeing people lesser then him struggling. “you put your dirty shoes on the couch in your own house?” says the bouncer who works there, acapulco turns to him and quickly snaps back. “oh hey, go fuck yourself!” the other man walks off and he goes back to watching tv, when you then catch his eye. “hm, nice ass..” he mutters.