The scene begins in the usual, with several quick knocks at the door. It opens, finding Angel running inside wearing some purple and silver flower boardshorts and a matching bikini top on as well. She slams the door shut behind her and runs into the living room, standing behind the love seat, looking over at Dorito who is sitting on the other couch, watching an episode of Family Guy.

Angel: Hey, if my parents come looking for me, I am NOT here! I'll be hiding in Alicia's room.

Dorito: Okay?

Angel: Thanks.

She runs over to the door to Alicia's room, opening it to jump in, shutting the door behind her.

Dorito: Odd, but cute girl. Oh if only she was eighteen. Ah well, gotta fly to Chicago again tomorrow morning. Big match with Z-Bone to...

There's a few knocks at the door, and Dorito just ignores it. Seconds pass, and once again there's a set of knocks at the door.

Dorito: If only those people would look down and see the mat that says go away.

A few more seconds pass, and then there's another series of knocks. The door then pops open, a voice of "Hello?" is heard. A man walks in the door, and repeats himself as he cautiously looks around from side to side. Dorito looks over at the man.

Dorito: Mr. Vargo?

Mr. Vargo: AHHHH!!

Mr. Vargo screams in fright as he looks over at Dorito, then begins to relax, holding his chest. He gives a little laugh, looking down, then at Dorito.

Mr. Vargo: Oh, you scared me...Dirt-fo, was it?

Dorito: The name is Dorito, and what are you doing just barging in?

Mr. Vargo: My wife and I are looking for Angel. We were in an argument with her when she all of a sudden stormed out.

Dorito: And why did you just walk in here like you live here?

Mr. Vargo: Oh, I've seen my daughter do it a few times, plus many other women, and it's nothing to us back where we used to live. Go to a friend's house, they don't care if you just walk in.

Dorito: You're weird.

Mr. Vargo: So have you seen my daughter?

Dorito: No, but I wish I had.

Mr. Vargo: What is that supposed to imply?

Dorito: Nothing.

Mr. Vargo: So, how's work going for you?

Dorito: Work?

Mr. Vargo: Yeah, work. You know, the job you go to five days a week, sometimes six?

Dorito: I don't work.

Mr. Vargo: Oh, I see. So with all these pretty girls I see that come in, I take it you're a pimp or something?

Dorito gives him a funny look.

Mr. Vargo: You know, cause I'll be out assisting my wife with the garden or mowing the lawn or something, and I'll see plenty of women going in and out of your home time and time again. And with living in LA so I just sorta assumed. But then my seventeen year old daughter comes over here all..the...ti...

His face turns to a look of anger as he just stares Dorito down from behind the love seat.

Dorito: Dude, that's my sister and her friends.

Mr. Vargo: Oh, I'm sorry.

He chuckles a little in relief.

Dorito: I'm not a pimp, though if I was, and was whoring out your daughter...damn! Cause she is...

Looking down, Dorito looks back over at Mr. Vargo who practically is blowing steam out his nose. Dorito pauses for a few seconds, then smirks.

Dorito: ...a beautiful young lady, too sweet and beautiful to waste her youth and body doing such promiscuous acts like that. You've got a great daughter Mr. V, and if I see her, I'll let her know you're looking for her.

Mr. Vargo: Alright, thank you. And she means so much to us with our other child in college. And if you ever want to get off unemployment, then just lemme know and I'll try and get you a job down at the office.

Dorito: No thanks. Offices aren't really my thing as they bore me. Besides, I wrestle.

Mr. Vargo: Rassle?

Dorito: Wrestling.

Mr. Vargo: Yeah, I heard you, you 'rassle. You like 'rasslin' with other men?

Dorito: (under his breath) I'd rather 'rassle with yo-daughter.

Mr. Vargo: I'm sorry, you were mumbling. What did you say?

Dorito: I wrestle for a living. My sister and her friends are ring rats.

Mr. Vargo: Ring rats? Haha, I like that name. Ring rat. Must be an entertaining part of the circus.

Dorito: Uh yeah.

Mr. Vargo: Maybe if you 'rassle around here sometime, perhaps my wife and I can attend an event. Perhaps maybe let my Angel be a ring rat as well.

Dorito, smiling, laughs a few times.

Mr. Vargo: So who are you 'rasslin' next and where?

Dorito: We leave for Chicago early tomorrow morning where I'll be facing Z-Bone for a shot at the world title at the Final Destination pay-per view in a couple of weeks.

Mr. Vargo: Z-Bone? Sounds like a gay porn actor name or something.

Dorito: Haha, maybe, I don't really know all that much about him. Could be. He is very rich for all I know, with richer parents.

Mr. Vargo: Well good luck I guess, hope you don't have too much of a struggle against this guy.

Dorito: He shouldn't be. He made the mistake of jumping me last week for a fight cause he didn't have any balls to challenge for the world title.

Mr. Vargo: Well I'm going to go and keep looking for my daughter. If she stops by, send her home, please?

Dorito: Sure.

Mr. Vargo nods and turns back, walking toward the door. He opens the door, and walks out, shutting it behind him.

Dorito: I hate neighbors.

The door to Alicia's room opens and Angel sneaks out.

Angel: Is he gone?

Dorito: Yeah.

Angel: I can't believe my dad called me a ring rat, and accused me of being a fucking whore!

Dorito: What can I say? He's from Iowa.

Angel: Good point.

Dorito: Well if you were a whore I was pimping out, you'd be my top bitch.

Angel: Ah, that's so sweet of you, hehe.

She walks around the love seat and coffee table and dives onto the couch Dorito is sitting on, laying across his legs with her stomach. She flips her head and hair around to look at him, giving him a smile, then flips her hair and head back to rest is down on a cushion as she watches the TV. Dorito just stares down at her ass for a few seconds.

Angel: You know, I can't sleep too comfortably with you poking me in the chest with that thing. So just lay down behind me.

Dorito: Okay.

She turns her head, looking at him as she presses her body up a little while he falls over and lays down. She then lays back down, putting her back against his chest. He holds both his arms over the end of the couch, and she reaches, grabbing both to put his right arm on the pillow by her head, and his left arm around her.

Angel: That's better, but you're poking me in the ass now.

Dorito: Uhhh, well I can't do much about it.

Angel: It's alright.

They just lay there, watching Family Guy with her holding his hand across her stomach as the scene fades out.