Knowing that Corinne was safe gave Rolo peace of mind. He strode around the corner of the clubhouse to find a small group of about six slicks members at the entrance. The gang members were really getting in the faces of the two doormen, shouting threats and obscenities. Things started to look real heated. Fists could begin flying at any moment. Something had to be done.

[color=orange]"Excuse me fellas, but no loser wannabe greasers were invited. Now kindly fuck off. Or people are gonna get hurt, and it's not gonna be us."[/color] Rolo threatened.

"Oh yeah!?" replied one of the Slicks.

None of their guys were as tall as Rolo. But together though, they were an intimidating group.

"Look what we have here. The Salt Gay Turbos fatass." taunted one of the Slicks.

[color=orange]"I get it. We ain't playin nice. That's fine by me."[/color] replied Rolo. He cracked his knuckles in anticipation.

"Get him!" yelled one of the Slicks.

Rolo was able to punch two of them down but the other four had him pinned to the wall. Roll couldn't move his arms. He was completely defenceless.

"What're ya gonna do now, fat boy?" taunted a Slick.

[color=orange]"You better hope I don't get loose."[/color] Rolo threatened.

"Or what, piggly wiggly?" 

Suddenly the clubhouse doors burst open. All the Salt Bay Turbos at the party gathered to form a large group. At the head of this group was Chet, with Switch and Divo at his left and right.

[color=lime]"Or you'll be in a world of hurt."[/color] threatened Chet.

[color=turquoise]"The big fella hits hard."[/color] said Divo.

[color=violet]"You'll be feelin it for days."[/color] added Switch.

"We saw your lame little display earlier today! Got somethin to say!?" yelled one of the Slicks. He had short red hair.

[color=lime]"Yeah, the Royals are back."[/color] replied Chet.

"This ain't over! One day, your lame little group will mess up. And when they do, your ass will be mine." threatened the red headed Slick.

[color=lime]"Get in line little cup cake. You'll be waiting a while. The Salt Bay Turbos ain't never gonna lose to a bunch of losers like you."[/color] announced Chet.

The entire group let out a mighty cheer. The small group of Slicks looked more then a little intimidated. They began to back away towards their bikes.

"Let's go boys! You squares ain't worth it." said the red headed Slick.

[color=lime]"Whatever losers."[/color] replied Chet.

Rolo was released from the wall. He stretched his arms, getting rid of the pins and needles.

[color=orange]"The next time I see any of you dweebs around here imma bash some heads!"[/color] roared Rolo.

The Slicks scrambled onto their bikes quickly upon Rolos threat. 

"Screw you guys!" one of the Slicks yelled as they sped off down the road.

[color=turquoise]"What was that all about boss!?"[/color] asked Divo.

[color=lime]"Fuck if I know. Let's get back to the party boys!"[/color] Chet announced.

The Salt Bay Turbos let out yet another cheer. A very loud and boisterous one.

Everyone made their way back into the clubhouse. The party was still going on, like nothing happened. A group of girls waited near the entrance though. Waiting anxiously for their dates.

Rolo took a random girl to the side. 

[color=orange]"You, there's a girl hiding in the girls bathroom. Tell her peaches ok!?"[/color] demanded Rolo.

"A-alright." the girl replied.