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"Uh, the bar, dumbass." Robert laughed out, setting it down - and then moving it an inch further from Jerry's hungry eyes, before reaching out and picking Petra off her stool, and taking it for his own. Then he put Petra back down - on his dainty little lap, of course, and wrapped long arms around his wife.

His hat was completely smushed in the process.

"Nah, but seriously. The ******** we talkin' about?" Robert's potty mouth somewhat detracted from his lithe, feminine charms.

Rep laughed, he couldn't help it. "That's why you don't ask her okay cause that sounds terrifying."

He wiggled his toes. "I bet I know more than Candace. If I c'n get my head together, I'll show you how much more."

Oh Jerry, Petra was seriously going to shove the water bottle down your throat if you didn't take a drink soon. The Death hunter was completely ignoring her 'wife' for the moment, instead focused intently on how Jerry was not drinking the water, blue eyes flicking from the untouched bottle to Jerry's eyes, following them to the fishbowl cocktail. Goddammit, there went all her hard work, the sun hunter was never going to eat or drink anything else, now that that thing was around.

Making a face, the pale-haired girl sighed a little under her breath, grabbing her own sapphire blue drink in defeat, taking a sip just as Robert's feminine fingers took her by the hips. Which, needless to say, was enough to distract anyone. Allowing the blonde girl to scoop her up and place her in her lap, Petra gave Robert a long, hard look before taking another sip of her drink, settling her own hand on 'his' knee, her fingers tracing idle lines up his thigh.

"You."

Robert's entire attention zoned in on the feel of Petra's hand on his thigh. In fact, coherent thought was now over. He could only manage to distractedly answer poor Jerry, because now that his wife was touching him, the world disappeared.

"Uhh, huh, oh no sorry man I used the last of it on this monster.." He waved a hand idly at the drink, and then let that hand subtly fall on Petra's thigh. Two could play this game.

In front of Jerry.

Hell, get him drunk enough and he'd probably let Jerry play with them, too.

... that would require a lot more alcohol than the fishbowl held, though.

Poor Jerry. The Death hunter's eyes lifted back to 'him' as the other boy-turned-girl stood, stuttering in a way that made her concerned all over again. This time, however, she was sure that it was Robert's fault, and not a swarm of shadow-creatures threatening to eat them for breakfast, that was causing this little wavering uncertainty. The fact that she was seated in Robert's lap, practically on the verge of molesting each other likely didn't help, although she wasn't quite sure if that were the case or not. Regardless, Jerry got up, and he was stuttering, and goddammit, there he went with that ******** pathos-ray of his again.

And he still hadn't drank the goddamn water.

Reaching between her now-ample bosom, Petra exhaled heavily through her nose, giving the sun hunter a look that clearly said she did not appreciate his ignoring her attempts to keep him hydrated before handing him some cash. The look also said that she would be crushed if he betrayed her trust and got wasted and accidentally killed himself via alcohol poisoning. Unfortunately, that was about as much as she could get out of that look. Robert's hands were just as distracting, and the competitive part of her was not about to let him win this game of chicken. Even as she leaned to hand Jerry the money, the Death hunter used this opportunity to slide her hand a little higher on Robert's inner thigh, using it as an excuse to brace herself.

Jerry was trying to keep his eyes anywhere but Robert's hands, and accepted the little bundle gratefully.

After a moment's fumbling, he realized to his dismay there was only one pocket. With a miserable expression, he tucked the bills away in the depths of his cleavage. That at least turned into a look of anxious gratefulness back at Petra, letting her hand stay on the other woman's for a few moments extra before shuffling backward. "Ah... th-thank you. I'll pay you back um. I'll.... I'll be right back." He tried to give a bright smile, but nearly stepped into a bamboo pole.

There had to be a gift shop, something like that- a nice English speaking man who would give a poor lost tourist girl a hand to find a good place to get a few things.

He casually nabbed a thin towel on his way past a hotel lounge chair, draping it over his shoulders to hide his scarred back and promise himself a bit of decency. Hopefully no one would be looking at his face.

He could do this. He could do this.

And no tequila.

He walked quicker past that sign.

There might have been the slightest pull at the corners of her lips at Robert's exclamation, a smug little look lacing the corners of her eyes. She almost told Jerry to 'take his time,' but that would have been going a little over the top, now wouldn't it. Instead, she watched him retreat, completely unsurprised when as soon as neither of them could see the sun hunter anymore, her 'wife's' hands were on her waist again. Unsurprised mostly because she herself was already turning towards him as he did so. Shifting a bit in his lap, Petra reseated herself where she was facing him, visibly a little baffled as their new chesticular additions got in the way. There had never pressed so close together and still had so much space between them. Usually it was her pressing her tits against his chest, body flush against his, or at least until he decided he wanted to play with them a bit.

This was new. And she had to agree with him, she kind of wished they were in their regular bodies. Then again...

Leaning her body harder against Robert(a)'s, Petra made a face as it merely squished their tits together more, wiggling a little in his lap. And this time, it wasn't an annoyed face. Leaning in, she pressed her lips against his ear, murmuring something under her breath to him so no one else could hear.

Sasha stilled for a moment, shooting Rin a glance out of the corners of her eyes.

"Rin. Jerry is my boyfriend, you know? Like. This probably isn't the time or the place to have this conversation, but.. I don't want things to be all... awkward. And I saw the way you were looking at me earlier, and I'm sure Jerry saw it too."

Her cheeks were turning pink, and it wasn't just from the sun. Even still, Sasha powered forward, wanting nothing more than to clear the air.

"And you're... my friend, and honestly, I don't know what you.. what you.. hope to see happen? But.. Rin, you're my friend. I just.. want you to know that, and maybe even be content with it. And.. as a friend, I have to ask you to just.. I don't want to upset Jerry. And I don't want you to upset Jerry."

She lifted her hand so that she could peek at the bracelet on her wrist.

Only to find it was missing.

"Oh my God."

Sasha shot to her feet, on the verge of tears - she would not cry, not on her mission, not when a promotion was so close she could almost taste it - okay, she might cry a little.