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[sub][sub][b]Interactions[/b] | Nate [@spooner], Emilia [@NeoAC], Sami [@BrutalBX][/sub][/sub][/center][hr][right][color=7df9ff][b]Santa Monica Beach[/b]
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	Jules couldn't help but feel annoyed and roll his eyes at how quickly Sami had brushed him off. The atmosphere significantly brightened however when Nate came onto the scene, though he was a bit confused by how awkwardly his friend had greeted him. As far as Jules could tell, the only thing that happened between them was that they just hadn't seen each other in a while which was no real reason to be awkward. Mentally shrugging and figuring he could always ask what was up later, he greeted Nate with a warm smile and said [color=7df9ff]"Hey boo, it has been a while. But I mean, that just means this road trip is the perfect chance for us to catch back up again right? Not to mention we're gonna have our work [i]totally[/i] cut out for us with recording it all. I mean, we are going on like, the most hella rad photo shoot of our lives after all."[/color]

	Everything became even better when Emilia arrived with everyone's drinks, with Jules grabbing his knock-off milk tea and a [color=7df9ff]"thanks Em."[/color] Val came rushing in after in her usual fashion. He laughed and waved off her kiss, quietly listening and sipping at his tea as the ladies started talking about their eloping plans. [color=7df9ff]"Now hold on,"[/color] he began to interject, [color=7df9ff]"if it's a shotgun wedding you want Las Vegas is like - [b]Jesus[/b] fucking [i]Christ[/i] Sami."[/color]

	Jules stared at Sami's battered face, shock registering on his own face for only a second before it was overtaken by a mixture of anger, fear, and worry as he also just realized what Sami had implied when the annoying Cubano told Nate about how the RV was lifted from his father without permission. [color=7df9ff]"[i]Jesus[/i] [b]fucking[/b] Christ,"[/color] he repeated, storming off towards his bag, [color=7df9ff]"what the fuck did you do, have a streetfight with a lamp pole?"[/color] He knew Sami would never spill the tea on what had happened of course, but that only meant that his urge to spill all his tea on the idiot increased by a heck of a lot more than what it had been previously.

	Retrieving a face towel from inside his backpack, he stomped up to the taco truck and asked for it to be filled with ice. Mimi tried to get him to explain what happened, but Jules was too furious to notice her properly and quickly stomped his way back to the group after retrieving his makeshift ice pack and paying for it. He momentarily entertained the thought of whacking it across Sami's face but settled instead with roughly shoving it into the idiot's chest. [color=7df9ff]"And what the [i]fuck[/i] did you mean when you said that the RV was from that sleazebag?"[/color]