Dustin hated the snow with every ounce of his soul. It got everywhere and he hated being cold. He could navigate the Mojave like it was nothing at all. He could lead tourists to all the greatest spots and not break into a sweat. His parents use to joke he was part lizard or something. 

Now he was standing on a mountain wrapped in as many layers as he could get away with. He walked along the mountain trying to figure out what to do and was failing in every sense of the word. He walked around the outside until eventually he saw a group of people around his own age. He got his courage up and walked over. It worked in Vegas if you walked like you belonged people would give you respect. 

"Uhh excuse me? Yah umm. Could any if you help me here? Really out of my element here. " He said giving the group a sheepish grin. "I have no idea what I am doing with all this. I can't even ski or snowboard." He admitted. "Oh! I'm Dustin and my folks banished me here to get me out of Vegas. " He said giving the group his best smile still.