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[b]Los Paraisos: Beach[/b]
Syed sighed. Sure, Amy didn't want to join in, he didn't either. But here they both were, even if it was against their will, so why did she have to be so awkward about it? His expression was probably one of the more dissaproving of the group.

But then her expression shifted, just slightly. And with that, she gave in and tried to throw the ball back over. And failed pretty spectacularly, which seemed to humiliate her. Oh, no wonder she was so reluctant to play then. Well that and the men comment earlier, although he couldn't help but feel a little resentful about that one.

"We'll try and cover you," he offered with a shrug regardless, his expression straight-faced. At least she was making an effort now, so there was that.

Moira seemed to be getting a little irate. Sure, suprisingly enough Selan had the right skills to at least be semi-compitent at the game, but Amy had just lost them a point. She couldn't have that. She really couldn't. She bent over to the grab the ball.

It's time to get serious.

She ran forwards, before leaping up and smacking the ball so hard it created a mini-shockwave, throwing sand in all directions. The hunks seemed slightly suprised by this - just how strong was this woman? - although they took it in their stride. They buckled down immediately, and seamlessly sent the ball back. Well, it seemed that they were pretty decent when they were actually trying.

Syed on the other hand had no time to react as he was caught mid-stride after being pulled by Moira, before he was sent crumpling to the floor. Well, he was the last person who should be covering anyone else it turned out.

"OOOOOOOH!" the guys all cried out in sympathy, quite visibly feeling some empathy pains in the downstairs compartment themselves. "Ow dude! Ow! Sorry about that dude!"

"It's okay..." Syed squeaked out in a tiny voice. He really wasn't having a good day. "...Would have... adopted anyway..."

Meanwhile, Moira [i]raged[/i]. Now they were two points down damnit! They hadn't even came close to scoring! They had to win! They needed a strategy!

"NEW PLAN!" she bellowed, holding a pointed finger above her head dramatically, she then swept it down, pointing to Amy then the still grounded Syed in turn. "STOP BEING SHIT! Everyone else, let's kick their arses! You lot with me?!" She stared at the others with an expression much like an overly-enthusiastic sports coach. All she was missing was the whistle, but she was probably louder than a whistle anyway.

Moira Dennis, master strategist.

Imbrued with a newfound zeal from her anger, she buckled herself down as the hunks prepared to serve once more. Whether it be hitting the ball herself or assisting one of the others, she was ready. Syed pulled himself up, looking quite annoyed with her.

Meanwhile the guys laughed between themselves. This group really was rubbish. Still, at least half of them were good to look at. A couple of them resumed their flexing for a moment. "Here, Johnny, your serve!"

68% Arm Muscle Guy threw the ball up in the air, before hitting it hard back over the net.