Eternally Damned

Trailer Trash

A few days later, the feeling of uncertainty had evolved into tension. The problem with Alonzo Mendez was most definitely a concern for the entirety of the Delrio/Gill household.

Momo spent even more time away from the house, feeling less safe at Vinnie's place. Phillip was also acting off, seeing his parents constantly bickering back and forth was a bit alarming for the 4 year old toddler.

Nora was very isolated from the rest of the members of the household, still going out during the day to distribute some product to pay off her debts.. It seemed as though her relationship with Vinnie had been fractured, though for pretty valid reasons.

Still, the Brazilian war veteran couldn't help but feel bad about the way he went off on her. After all they had been through, he felt as though this situation wasn't worth burning bridges over. But considering that his fiancé's older cousin decided to do business with a ruthless. cold-blooded cartel leader from the coastal hellscape of Palm Ocean City, while also putting them in potential danger, made it feel a bit justified in the end.

He decided to pay a visit to an old friend, as he was now feeling obligated to keep his guard up. But in order to do so, he needed to pay a visit to a special store in case there was a potential visit from Nora's current employers. He knew exactly who to go to for this.

The sound of a door opening could be heard, alongside a bell lightly ringing.

"Well, howdy." the person behind the counter greeted, having a strong Southern dialect. He appeared to be a man with ginger hair, a pink shirt, and green pants accompanied by a pair of brown boots. He also wore a teal cap with a logo vaguely resembling that of the confederate flag, though not as explicit. as far as appearance goes.

Vinnie looked at him, giving off the impression that they already knew each other.

"Hey, Scooder." he greeted back. "How's it going?"

The ginger redneck shook his head, seeming down.

"It's been pretty slow here lately." he stated. "Ever since that darn celebri-jerky stayed in my trailer park, I can't think straight. Son of a bitch caused a lot of problems for the community. I'm sure he was the bastard who brought that dang old snake with him and it ended up in my trailer."

"I bet." he replied, now eyeing the many guns on display behind him, in which Scooder noticed.

"So, I reckon you need some more protection?" he asked.

"More like better protection." Vinnie replied.

Scooder looked at him, gently stroking his chin. "So, whatcha need it for? Bears? Raccoons? Deer? Gators?"

The Brazilian shrugged, knowing it would sound outrageous.

"Cartel Members." he stated.

"Ah," the redneck replied, turning around to face the gun wrack behind him. "In that case, I recommend the-"

In the middle of his speech, the redneck immediately spun back around, catching onto what Vin just said. "C-CARTEL MEMEBERS?!"

He slowly nodded in embarrassment. I expected a reaction like that...

Scooder eyed him intensely, looking very alarmed.

"Vinnie Boy, what in God's name have you gotten yourself into?"

The Brazilian war veteran glared at him. "More like: What has NORA gotten me into?"

Scooder looked very confused. "Whatcha mean?"

Ugh, should I explain this to him?

"Look, my fiancé's cousin has been living with us for a little bit. She's been trying to get her shit together and find a place of her own. But she keeps fucking up and working with assholes."