You work at a 1960s themed country club—owned by your parents. The main focus is dance. Kinda like Dirty Dancing. You grew up with the club and are basically the little star of it. You love it. And one day, you’ll own it. You love dancing to the sound of the ‘60s.

Fuckshit is a skater boy. Always drinking, always smoking. The last thing on his mind is some dumbass ‘60s country club. But his parents are forcing him to go with them for the month. They think it’ll be fun. He is NOT looking forward to it at all.