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There was a surreal moment where Sasha felt like she was the only one (Mr. Rainstar notwithstanding - even though that crazy b***h was dressed up like a woman last time Sasha had seen him) who realized - and recognized - that there was something utterly and terribly wrong about the entire situation.

These sane, rational thoughts were quickly dashed away as she caught Jerry slapping Rep's drink from his hand. She was tempted to be a harpy and lash out at her boyfriend, but, well. It was Rep.

With a catty smile on her face, Sasha glanced around in search of the doctor. Uuuuugh. Looking at him hurt her head, but any kind of guidance would be nice - it was a pity the doctor seemed preoccupied with ... beefy men.

Heavy sigh.

Well. Allan had been the one to initiate her introduction to this part of her promotion, so for lack of anything better to do, Sasha trailed along behind Allan and Simon. The corners of her mouth were pulled down in a decided scowl.

Keeping her emotions in check was a skill that Mimsy learned and practiced and used extensively, but seeing Kostya like this...kind of made her feel as if her heart was breaking. It was infuriating enough to be forced into bathing suits, which not all of them were okay with wearing, but to see the effect it had on him? She felt obligated to have his back when he needed it, but it was as if the universe was trying to make that impossible.

She clenched her teeth so hard that she might have chipped a tooth, had she not relaxed while exhaling through them in an irritated hiss. Calm. Calm.

"It will be okay. Try not to think about it. Just wait here and I can find something for you." There was a depressing lack of bathing suits that offered comfortable coverage, she noted with a frown. Kostya deserved the most suitable suit, she decided; he wasn't familiar with this sort of exposure, and though she found it unfavorable, it was not nearly as bizarre a situation as his.



'I assure you that you are not alone in these wishes, Sir.'

After fishing through the wardrobe long enough to see every swimsuit multiple times, she pulled two from the selection, batting someone else's hand away to keep a firm grasp on the second. Nobody needed it as badly as they did.

With the less modest of the two tucked under her arm for her own use, she held the other out to Kostya.

"We may be able to locate a towel for you, but...this is, unfortunately, this best I can manage until then."

ILU 5 EVR

Sasha froze when she heard Rin's voice, one hand lashing out to firmly grasp the other woman's wrist. Her voice as a low, reptilian hiss when she finally whispered at Rin, still marching forward after Allan and Simon.

"I really didn't want to have to bring this up considering the circumstances, Rin, but, look, okay. I know Jerry's a woman for the time being, and I know that he's being kind of blubbery and teary - and he's also being... kind of bitchy, okay, look, I get that."

Sasha glanced at Rin as they walked, her fingers tightening around the other woman's wrist.

"But he's.. still my boyfriend, okay. And.. this is still my promotion mission as messed up as it all is, and I mean. Thanks for the compliment, okay, but."

Her eyes narrowed.

"You need to behave yourself. You're my friend, right? So like. I don't know how to make things less awkward or whatever. With the like-like. With the weird looks. My nerves are already kind of thin, and I don't need this.. whatever it is. Jerry seems incapable of acting like he should so I'm kind of putting that burden on you, or whatever."

Sasha paused in the sand for the briefest moment.

"We'll deal with all of this stupid crap once we get home. Maybe the three of us need to sit down and talk about our Goddamn feelings or something, I don't know -- but not here, and not now."

She gave Rin's wrist one more warning squeeze before releasing her, resuming her onward march with quick, clipped strides.

"Also, I'm sorry Jerry punched you."

Sasha cleared her throat.

"Twice. Believe me, I'm going to talk to him about it."

For God's sake.

If a frustration so black and endless hadn't been coursing through Sasha's veins, mingling with a hot, red rage that sparked and ignited, she'd probably be crying too. Or laughing hysterically. Or maybe even both at the same Goddamn time.

As it was, Rin's tears only fueled the thrumming upset that was slowly but surely darkening Sasha's vision.

She spun on her heel and stalked towards Rin. Placing her hands on the other woman's shoulders, Sasha pressed back - and in truth, used whatever means necessary to get Rin to sit the ******** down.

"Stay here. Don't move. Do not move, Rin, I am so serious right now. I'm going to go.. round up Mr. Allan and Mr. Simon and find out what the mission is."

Sasha straightened and took a few steps back, targeting Rin with a dark, furious look.

"Do. Not. Move. Just stay here for right now."

A pause.

"And stop crying for God's sake."

Okay, this was good. This was good, Rin wasn't moving. She was still bawling like a baby, but ... at least she wouldn't follow Sasha.

Hopefully. For Rin's sake.

Sasha took off jogging Baywatch-style after Allan and Simon. This was getting ridiculous.

"Mr. Allan! Mr. Allan!"

These breasts made it hard to run, but eventually she caught up with the Sun lead and his assistant.

"Mr. Allan, please, okay, can you tell me what it is, exactly, that we're here for?" Her expression was dark, brows lowered. She would have crossed her arms over her chest but, well, it was pretty impossible.

"Are we going to actually do anything - aside from running around hitting all the things -- and terrifying the civilians, sir, by the way, I don't know if you noticed the screams -- as uh.. as nakama? Because like, everyone back there," Sasha jerked her thumb over her shoulder, "is either drinking or slathering each other up with sunscreen."

Sasha held up her hand.

"And thank you, sir, but I've already been thoroughly sprayed."

Cass wiggled a bit while Al screened up her back. "Well, I could probably use a lower SPF if I wanted to tan, but I kind of don't want to look like the color of a couch, y'know?" She wasn't sure if Al would even get that reference, but never the less it was made and she rolled with it.

However, for Allan and Simon.....

"I think this is the least of our worries.." she noted in return at the idea of Allan and Simon getting them in trouble. Because as it was, they always got in trouble. That was part of what being a ~~~*~*~*~*~*~*Hunter*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~* was about, after all. Complete with the stupid amount of sparkles to go with it.

Once the Sun-screening was done, Cass stepped out into the sun to bask a bit just in time to see Caelius destroy what looked like a...watermelon. How very summer-on-the-beach-in-Japanesque that was!

But it sounded like they were on some sort of search-and-destroy mission, and she wasn't sure what that meant exactly. Never the less, she looked to Aleister with one brow lifted. "Want to go watermelon smashing?"

Rin wasn't entirely sure what was going on ahead. Her tears made everything look wobbly and she couldn't really hear the orders over her own sobbing. What she did know was people were suddenly moving around a lot more - and Sasha had told her not to move. At all. Period. So she hadn't.