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Ronnie knew as well as anyone how unlikely it was that any of the guests would "go real dirty" with Brandon, whatever that was supposed to mean, but Brandon just rolled his eyes, shaking his head at Ronnie's comments. [color=00a99d]"You know it,"[/color] he joked back with false confidence. [color=00a99d]"Ladykiller. That's what they call me in my Free Company. Of course, usually the lady is Garuda or Shiva..."[/color] The ensuing silence after his joke made him think he had gone too far into nerddom, but he soon saw the true reason. Before him was a tearful Amelia wearing nothing but a towel. Brandon couldn't ever think of a time he had seen her crying, and had often admired the strength with which she faced her daily obstacles, but someone had pushed her too far.

Brandon stood frozen, his mind caught between two emotions. On one side was the angelic form before him, her bare shoulders glistening with droplets of water that seemed radiant in the foyer lighting. On the other hand, someone had hurt his friend. Brandon involuntarily clenched a fist as Ronnie stepped forward to help her cover up. Marco soon announced the most likely culprit: Eva. Brandon was never one who enjoyed pranks, preferring instead to outwit someone fairly rather than when they could do nothing to stop the prankster. But Brandon also was not someone who normally took revenge. The closest he had ever come to revenge was stopping a bully in the act, for which he had been suspended for a short time. When his father had learned the reason for the suspension, his face lit up in the proudest look he had ever seen his father give.

Brandon forced himself to turn away from Amelia, his fist and jaw still clenched angrily. This wasn't how he wanted the summer to go. He hoped this would be the final prank they experience.