Dale and Poahi saw this area of the beach as their own — the two of them and their buddies, the 504 Crew, as they called themselves — so they walked like shirtless sheriffs down the beach. They made sure tourists didn’t swarm the place, and they yelled at kids who littered or leered at women. Poahi’s giant frame intimidated them without saying much, which was fine with Poahi. He preferred Dale to do the talking, and Dale preferred for Poahi to be the enforcer. Today was quiet though. Aside from picking up a couple empties and fast-food wrappers, the beach was in good order. Dale walked with a serious stride and a scanning gaze, but Poahi loped along at a slower pace whilst still keeping up with Dale due to Poahi’s heaps longer legs.
From Poahi the Lackey
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