[Jane, for lack of a better term, has accidentally clipped into the wall of Chill Mike's little slice of "hell"]
Without missing a beat, a lawn chair sprouts up out of the sand beneath her, allowing her to land quite comfortably in it.
"Hey there newbie," Mike remarks casually, holding out a coconut with a straw poking out of it for Jane to take. This Mike doesn't seem like the Mike Jane knows at all. He's dressed like a beach bum, with his big straw hat, his Hawaiian shirt, his swim trunks, and his sunglasses, all a thin wallpaper of "chill" over a man who looks completely dead inside.
"You're gonna need this around here." He remarks as he shakes the coconut. It smells of tropical fruit and very strong alcohol.












