Scott hadn’t remembered the events that lead up to him hijacking that golf cart all to well. They seemed to be a blur of pubs, rushing together and judging by the small mountain of bottles that lay sprawled amongst the remains of the golf cart he was already past the point of accepting responsibility for his actions. Instead Scott stood near the bathrooms, leaning on the wall watching the recorded video of him joy riding the golf cart. The man somehow managed to not only retrieve the cart, but also managed to evade the pursuing police force in it. Which is no small feat seeing the condition it was now in.
He saw the female mechanic approaching and assumed she had an update or something about the cart, hopefully good news because the golf club was probably missing it by now. He held the phone out to the girl and stopped her “Wait wait wait, you gotta see this; its the best part!” He chuckled at the screen as it showed him successfully pull a front flip off in the golf cart before promptly crashing it into a tree, the video cut out there. His laughs were now broken up by desperate gasps for air, He had probably broken a rib or two; but it was almost certainly worth it.
He turned his attention back to the girl as soon as he caught his breath. “So first things first, can you have it running again any time soon? I was planning on going for back-flip next time.” He made the motions of driving the cart into a flip and included sound effects for the entire thing. He pulled the tab off of his canteen and guzzled down some more of the pungent liquor that seemed to be the man’s own source of fuel. He held his hand up, expecting a high five for his antics. Everyone loved his antics, they had to; Scott didn’t give them much choice in the matter. His warm and friendly smile often sealed the deal alone without him even having to speak much.