The red and white can flew through the air effortlessly, spinning like an off kilter football. Skyler caught the cola in her hand, the icy aluminium wet on the tips of her fingers. "I'd be careful. I think we should even move cabins now. I'm in no mood to get caught by the cops." She said off hand as she stared off at the scenes being broadcasted from the television.<br/><br/>The deceased body of a man laid strewn across a beaches ivory sand, the foamy blue water pushed its way against the man's legs, his torn and faded pants moved in response as the waves crashed against him. His skin was swelled, the color of life lost, his eyes were barely visible behind his puffed cheeks and his now useless glasses stayed stuck beneath his flaps of skin. His hands were the same, though pieces of his flesh were ripped from his muscles, that left flaps as the skin held on by a few resistant fibers. The gore had been washed away, leaving only his oddly shaped body as a civilian found him; a shrilling scream leaving her lips as she found him in horror.<br/><br/>Skyler jumped at the sound of the door as it slammed against the adjacent wall, shattering a lamp in its quake. She stared at Johnny, silently thankful it was not the police that were present at their newly acquired door step. Her arm  shot up in defense as Johnny ricocheted the bricks of money in Rain's direction, his yells booming through the cabin's mildly silent walls. The shotgun was soon to follow and she looked up staring intently at Rain, knowing her own reaction was unneeded as Johnny had not confronted her. Her eyes flickered to Johnny, his face red in anger, she noticed the bulge in his pants, obvious against the tightness of his jeans. She thought back to the car trip earlier, when he had pulled it out, laughing at his own joke when she had silently urned for it, only wishing for it now in the wake of the sudden confrontation.