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Ziggy and the boys arrived at the lake late, stoned and with half the beers already missing. But in spite being late and hazardous to their surroundings, their arrival was accompanied by a crowed ready to welcome them with open arms and more cold beverages. He shut down the engine of his car, cigarette in mouth as he shook some hands, loud music echoing through the trees around them. He spotted, soon enough, the reason he dragged his ass out of bed, and without much thinking he headed straight her way. "Howdy there ma' lil peach, sun warm enough for ya'?" her friend snorts at him, striking a nerve. "I know you ain't laugin' at me Lucille Pickins, you ought to get out the sun sweetheart lookin' little fried over there, bless your heart." he butts his way in, between Lucille and the girl he was actually here for, and then offers a freshly opened beer. "You ain't answer my calls --"
