A simple car ride.

That's what was supposed to happen.

But NO, his two passengers decided to take a small joyride in the countryside. They were coming back from a small daytime club. But while on the way back, his two passengers "influenced" him with the idea. Figures. Casey was always the one being peer pressure, so of course he would be the one to suffer, all because of his friends idea of seeing the countryside.

Casey is Caucasian with blonde wavy locks and cobalt eyes. He came from a wealthy family, making him a heir. He often went to the country club, meeting and chatting with many of his friends. He was driving his white convertible sports car. Emphasis on "was." The unfortunate predicament is that the aforementioned mentioned vehicle was now lost on the countryside. And not to mention, this is one of his FATHER'S car. So the fact that his rich father gave him access to the car is a HUGE deal.

Apparently his two friends were not as aware and decided to got for the aforementioned joyride. His two friends are Wilbur and Damien. Both are handsome young adults, also from wealthy families too. Wilbur has brown combed hair with amber eyes as Damien is blonde with light blue eyes. They had been friends since their parents introduced them to each other during a corporate meeting.

Casey wore a white turtleneck, a navy blue pinstripe suit jacket and slacks, with black otc socks and black Oxford wingtips for the club. Wilbur has a white dress shirt, vest, suit jacket with a black outline, white slacks, otc socks, and dress shoes. Damien dressed himself with a white suit jacket, dress shirt, vest, slacks, along with a beige colored tie and a pair of white and brown wingtips for the club. Casey, driving his father's car, picked them up and headed towards the club. Damien had heard of the club from an anonymous source, so they wanted to check it out, being young adults... and flaunting their rich personas around, bribing the bouncer.

The club partying went well, they met a few cute girls and guys, some even slipping their numbers with them. Casey did not drink though due to him being the driver (and his father's rule of no one else driving the sports car other than him). And when they left, that's when Wilbur gave his idea of driving through the countryside, to flaunt their money in their faces. Damien immediately agreed, his arrogant and rich-filled head loving to flaunt their status whereas Casey was worried whether this was liquid courage or a general idea. Casey, unfortunately, caved in... due to the peer pressure.

Which brings them to their current position. They have driven past their fifth barn, kicking up dust as Casey's two passengers laughed with much glee in their voices, the hood of the car was retracted so the citizens could hear them. Casey, who was reluctant at first, as began to smile, the two "bad influences" slowly corrupting his mind. Casey would usually his rich heritage for like impressing other people, not on the lower classes. But since he was hanging around two influencers they were starting to get to him. The fame, the wealth, Casey felt like he SHOULD boast about it.

But as he began to inherit top his friend's boastful habits... he wasn't paying attention to the dirt road.

And it just rained a few hours ago.

The first puddle they came across, Casey snapped back to reality and saw the mud... now splattered against the white luxury sports car. Casey then let out a groan, knowing that this car might be his grave.

They came across more mud puddles, still splattering against the white sports car. Wilbur and Damien did their best not to get any splotches on them, not wanting their suits to be stained considering they had on all white.

Though so enough, they got stuck. In a semi deep mud pit.

The sports car's back wheels were stuck in mud as the front half was elevated on the dirt path. And they knew that this would be a two person job. So Casey happily elected his two passengers to get out and push the car.

Of course, Wilbur and Damien immediately protested against this, saying that someone could tow them out and they wouldn't be subjected to a mud bath. Casey reminded them the fact that they just practically insulted the people that live on this side and no one would help them. The bad influences looked at each other... before reluctantly agreeing.

They hopped out of the car, the roof still down and headed towards the back. Wilbur and Damien began to get their pristine white dress shoes muddy along with their socks as they entered the mud pit. The mud was at their ankles, now completely covering their footwear and the bottom of their slacks. Wilbur and Damien began to push the car, intent on getting it out ASAP. Casey made an attempt to help by pressing the gas pedal... which equally did not help.

Wilbur and Damien took a blast of mud to their handsome faces and white suits. The wheels continued to spin, coating the young adults even further. The mud splattered against their suit jackets, dress shirt, vests, and slacks. They pleaded for Casey to stop, but he was busy revving the car to remove it from the terrain and state it was in. The torrent continued for about ten minutes, Wilbur and Damien still be subjected to the muddy impacts, spraying like no tomorrow.

It seemed like karma if you think about.

Eventually the car got free, which caused the two helpers to fall face first, and Casey turned around, getting out of the car... before seeing his friends' current state.

Wilbur and Damien were a muddy mess. Their handsome faces were coated in the liquid form of dirt, their groomed and combed hair having mud in it. Their white suit jackets were stained in the same manner. Damien's tie had been immersed in mud and both of the unfortunate victims' exposed neck and dress shirt were very brown. The white slacks were trashed too, the mud had stained there being hit with a full blast. As they arose out of the mud, the mud had stained their socks and shoes as well. Their nice wealthy look was now replaced in a tan brown content all over the front half.

And eyes fill of plotting glee.

Casey gave a sheepish laugh, slowing backing away from the two approaching mud "monsters," before taking off and straying into the nearby pasture. His friends closed in behind, wanting some revenge for their humiliation.

What he fell to notice him is that he ran right into a shallow mud quarry... but he did when he slipped and fell face first -like his friends did-, smudging his beautiful face and pinstripe suit. Casey rose up quickly... before beginning to wrestle with Damien, the muddy blonde having get to him first.

Casey was able to flip Damien over, getting the back side of the former white suited young adult muddy, and pinned him before Wilbur tackled him. Casey landed back first, his backside now muddy, but continued to battle for dominance. Eventually he won over Wilbur and Casey began to get some distance as the other two began to regroup. Knowing this wouldn't end in a civilized manner like the gentlemen and high society class they were meant to be, they analyzed each other... before going all at it.

The mud wrestling continued for about an hour. It turned from a 2 v 1 into a free-for-all after the first 15 minutes. Casey was practically in expert at wrestling, being the one with upper body strength than the other two, so he was on top more. The trio also flung mud at each other, determined to stain their target's clothes (even though Wilbur and Damien had been stained already). After the hour ended, the trio realized that the sun was going down, turning the afternoon into dusk. They left the quarry, but not before getting a good look at each other.

Wilbur and Damien were already muddy from getting the car, but due to the wrestling they had gained a new coat of mud on their attire, some clumps of mud sticking to various parts of themselves.

Casey, on the other hand, wasn't subjected to mud... until his unfortunate slip into the quarry and the mud wrestling that occurred. His handsome face and nice blond hair now took the appearance of his friends' "makeup." His white turtleneck, the part exposed, was stained having been dunked in the wet terrain. His navy blue pinstripe suit jacket was gunged in the mud itself, the brown littered all round it. His corresponding color slacks had been stained as well, the quarry drenching it, and his black over the calf socks and Oxford wingtips shared the same fate of being immersed and coated in the mud.

They all eventually returned, laughing about the predicament they just went through. Although Casey did apologize to his friends. But nonetheless, this was a fun experience for them...

and Casey secretly began to wonder how he would explain this his father of why the white luxury convertible sports car -both inside and out- and his navy blue pinstripe suit were muddy. He gave a shrug, maybe he could blame this on someone else.