A man in an unbuttoned brown shirt and black trunks enters the scene, behind him is a wagon filled with various odds and ends, a cooler, a grill, a pink pillow, a bag with a 'CAUTION' sticker over it, that sort of thing.
"Shame nobody else is here... would've loved a cookout like the old days."
He begins laying out towels and setting himself up. The gunshot startles him, but he decides to ignore it for now, this was HIS day.