“Watch
me.”
And at
that, a screaming match ensured between the two agents.
“What
the hell – Peters, put me down!”
“You
have to get in the water, now stop whining.”
“You
idiot – I told you to let go of me, the sunblock hasn’t settled in!”
“It
already settled! You’re wasting the opportunity, A.”
“The
only opportunity I want is sipping a mango smoothie under the su-”
Touta cringed
upon seeing her land in the water.
“…did
you have to throw her?”
“Maybe,”
Peters shrugged, coming back.
“Hold
on, where did you throw her?” he pointed a little bit east.
“Did
you see a person flying in the air? She was in a magenta bikini,” Olsen interrupted,
swimming up to them. Peters laughed and Olsen wore a look of confusion on his
face, eyes widening as Peters suddenly sank into the water, as if pulled by
something…or someone.
He
looked at Touta, who remained impassive.
“Aren’t
you going to do anything?” he asked, referring to the two who were wrestling in
the water.
“They’ll
get over it,” the Japanese laughed.
* * * * *
“Ice
cream, Miss A?” Olsen offered, watching as she did her hair into a braid. A
tied her wet hair and smiled at the agent, gratefully taking the
vanilla-flavored ice cream from him.
“Thanks,
Olsen – and you don’t have to call me ‘miss’ during this trip, it’s not like
we’re working.” She answered, chuckling. This made Olsen laugh, he taking a
seat beside her and starting to eat his ice cream. “Who won chicken?”
“Anderson
and Sayuri,” he answered. “They’re fighting off Noriaki and Smiths right now.”
A looked at the water, where two pairs of people were battling for first place.
“I’m
surprised Peters didn’t play,” she said.
“J didn’t
want to get on his shoulders.” A snorted at that.
“I
don’t blame her.”
The two
laughed at that and eventually quieted down, she watching the rippling waves
and he just eating his ice cream.
“A?”
“Hm?”
“Would
you like to join me for some coffee over there?”
She
looked at him, seeing his slightly hopeful face.
And then, she nodded.
“Alright.”
* * * *
*
Touta
slipped on a white shirt and shorts, walking into the beach house the two teams
(Squad J and Squad A) shared. Peters was most likely drinking beer with A
outside, while the others were lounging around wherever they could. He made his
way outside, seeing his teammates talking, Peters with a cold bottle of beer
and A with a glass in her hand, most likely containing vodka.
He took
a beer from the keg and popped it open, joining the twosome, who seemed to be
talking about something rather heatedly.
“…giving
him hope like that.”
“It was
just coffee, Peters. Dee and J soon came along.”
“Sure…just
coffee, hm?”
“It
was.” She gave him a steely look. “Olsen’s my friend, Peters. Of course I
couldn’t let him go alone for coffee, that wouldn’t be right.”
“What are
you talking about?”
Both of
them looked at him.
“Nothing,”
A answered smoothly. “Just getting Peters to stop hounding me.”
He
looked at both with a frown, but shook it off.
“How do
you like it so far? We’re going to have more team building tomorrow,” he told
the other two. “In the water and on the sand. And no, it’s not the team
building which closely resembles a therapy session. This isn’t the Fault in Our
Stars, and none of us have cancer.”
“Touta
made a reference,” Peters laughed. “Jesus.”
Touta shrugged.
“I actually pay close attention to pop culture and whatever, I just don’t say
it.”
“Huh.
That surprises me,” A said after taking a shot of vodka. “If anyone here uses
the most references, it’s Peters. He could have told me the whole premise of
the show he was taking about just by using references.”
“That’s
true. I’ve been talking Supernatural to her for the past hour,” the American
laughed.
“The
horror show?”
“More
on…well. It’s not like the shows you watch, or the ones A watch. The title says
all.” He took another drink. “Remind me to yell ‘GET THE SALT’ if J comes
towards me.”
That
made Touta choke on his drink a little bit.
“I
understood that reference,” he managed.
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