Alice decided to just go get it over with. After all, it was a TV show. This was all pretend. It was cheesy fun. So she immediately... found herself jogging in slo-mo. As much as she tried to just walk, she wobbled over the sand, her teen tits jiggling up, down, left, right, in the utterly unsupportive outfit she found herself in.
Eventually she jogged into the nest of wooden pylons under the pier, cool and shady, hidden from the TV show sun. She finally found herself in normal speed, walking down a 'street' between a row of pillars. She sniffed. Someone was smoking pot here. She rounded a corner and saw him. The kid looked like the most stereotypical stoner ever, in a black metal t-shirt... only the band were clearly meant to be seen as edgy, but were just... dad rock in Alice's home time. The kid had long, greasy blonde hair, and baggy pants, and in one hand, was what clearly looked like a cigarette and not a joint, but hey, how accurate was TV gonna be?
"Can I help you?" the guy drawled.
Alice rolled her eyes. What was she meant to do, an anti-drug PSA? "Uh... yeah. I'm with the." She groaned. "I'm Alice Carter, and I'm with the Beach Police. And I'm here to talk to you about drugs."
The stoner stared limply for a moment, before holding out the burning cigarette. A dramatic music chord played. "Hey. I'm Ted. Look, it's not so bad, why don't you try it?"