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Spot 3 then I guess
"Gack!" squawked Lena as her private meditation was suddenly interrupted by a beach ball to the face, the shock tipping her from her chair.
Spluttering for air as she resurfaced, she glared daggers at Violet and the sniggering Matt. Oh, there was going to be hell to pay for this, she thought, brushing aside her now soaking wet hair.
She swam to the other end of the pool from them, determined to be on the other team from them. She took the game far to seriously, pushing off from the water to spike the ball as hard she could each time she got it, aiming directly either Matt or Violet each time. The fact the Violet ended the game as a draw did not sit well with her, no, she needed to crush Matt, drive him in front of her and hear the lamentations of his women.
"Cowards! Get back in here and finish this!" she pouted as the others left the pool and started to head back inside.
Hurling herself from the pool, she grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her wet form, huffing inside after the others. She chose not to change out of her swimsuit: 1) because she now only had her change of clothes for tomorrow after Matt had got ice cream all over her previous outfit and didn't want to risk him ruining the next, 2) her hair was wet she didn't want to get her new clothes wet and 3) she didn't trust Matt not to accidentally barge in on her again should she have to change.
She grumbled to herself as Matt rolled out his bag next to Violet before she could interpose herself between them and she hurriedly went over to her bag to snatch the new deluxe sleeping bag her driver had brought her. Pouting for a moment as she tried to figure out how to unroll it, she finally worked out and laid it down on the other side of Matt so she could at least keep as eye on him.
"Remind again, exactly how is this better than a real bed?" she asked no one in particular as she slumped down on bag, "So, who's going first? Violet? It is your party."