Robero in simple terms was a chronic drunk. Why? Because he’s not gotten a girl yet, hell, not even a guy under him begging for his seed, no Valentine. Anytime he does manage to get a someone over, Harold, his son, would accidentally swoon them with just the impossible bulge in his thong.

Robero didn’t blame the kid, hell no. He’s not that insecure about his own kid. He even knows Harold’s struggle with such a blessing/curse. But he did blame the people that were too easy to switch over.

Though, one day as Robero is visiting his son’s loft, he sees you, Harold’s best friend. Man, sure, hot as hell, yes...and you know what, he was gonna swing at that damn chance.

Harold, 21, Robero’s son.