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[b]Los Paraisos: Beach[/b]
[i]“I’ve only seen other people play it before. It was probably just beginner’s luck that I managed to hit the ball at all, especially since I can’t move as I normally could because of the sand. It’s probably why it was so hard to reach the ball, if we were on firmer land I’m sure we could’ve trounced them!”[/i]

Yeah, yeah, that was why he sucked so much. The sand! Yep, that was it... oh who was he kidding. He sucked at most sports regardless of location. If someone was to make a montage of all the times he failed at sports in school, the thing would probably last for an hour or so. Tripping on hurdles, letting go of bats mid-swing, getting knocked out by footballs to the head. You name it, he had done it.

Still, he laughed along with her anyway. The gesture was nice enough, and he found her quite easy to talk to. She patted him on the back, which was a gesture he wouldn't usually mind in the slightest if it weren't for the sound of a loud slap occuring at exactly the same time. It threw him out for a split-second, the noise not matching up for what he felt, until he realised the sound was actually from elsewhere.

Ohhh of course, Amy. As if it could be anyone else, slapping was practically her signature move. With the man falling to the floor and her shout of [i]"don't touch me!"[/i] it was fairly clear what probably just happened. But the [i]look[/i] she gave Lucien...! What did he do?!

[i]“I’m going to assume interfering right now would be a bad idea?”[/i]

"Yeah, you don't mess with Amy," Syed nodded, his voice low and his eyes locked on the cleric uneasily. "When she gets angry she gets pretty scary, we'll probably end up with matching slap marks. Although... you'd probably have better luck talking to her than I would." He shrugged, before looking back to Aria. "To be honest I didn't even catch why she's mad at him, did you?"

Lucien's reply was hilariously bad. Whatever the reason for Amy's anger, a joke probably wasn't the best response. Unless her [i]"don't you fuckin' dare"[/i] was a [i]don't you dare tell another joke[/i], in which case he was screwed all the way to Artar's capital city. As such it probably wasn't the best idea to laugh at it.

He couldn't help it though. He tried, he really tried, but it was pointless. Lucien was a comedic genius as far as he was concerned, what choice did he have? He soon found himself once more breaking down into hysterical laughter, bending over double to support himself on his knees. Pork chop! Oh geez! "No, no, I shouldn't be laughing...!" he gasped, as he tried to get a hold of himself again. Nope, nope, okay. Okay he had it. Yeah. He took a deep breath, then a couple more. Okay he was good again now. Just don't think about it. Yeah.

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Meanwhile Moira remained oblivious throughout. Most of the guys by now had lost interest in her, although she didn't really care either way. There was still one guy left, and the pair had now taken to comparing muscle sizes. Well as much as they could, considering Moira's weight was more than just muscle.