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At exactly twenty after eight Vinnie came skipping into the pool area, dragging behind him a wheeled, battered blue cooler. His swim attire was unique, a grey tank top with bold lettering sized loosely enough to imply modesty, whereas the vibrant red and white swim shorts, while decent, were a far cry from loose board shorts. The man himself seemed unaware or uncaring of a possible contradiction, his sights set on the food table.
Though he offered smiles to anyone who greeted him, Vinnie didn't stop until he had parked the cooler next to the table of--ok who served lobster at a pool party? Nonplussed, Vinnie shook his head and knelt by the cooler, snagging a piece of cardboard from the lid before opening it. Revealed was a cooler stocked full of beer, with a smattering of wine coolers and plenty of ice to keep it all cold.
The piece of cardboard he began to fiddle with, bending it to fit inside the recessed lid. Facing outward, in bold lettering, is 'Take the booze, leave the cooler' with smaller lettering under it stating 'srsly i will hunt u down over cooler.'