Isaac's Summer Trip to Barcelona, part 1: The Beach

WHO: Isaac, Alejandro, Sorcha, Sam, Sebastian, Aslan, Ami, and Uther
WHEN: Tuesday, July 16th, 2002 (Real time, 7/29/05)
WHERE: Barcelona, Spain. The public beach which is overlooked by the Jules Hacienda.

In which Isaac is frequently disgruntled, Sorcha is a sea goddess who likes MUY MACHO men, Alejandro macks on women, Sam is merciless, Aslan is snarky, Sebastian is Sebastian, Ami is more right than she knows, and Uther blots out the sun.

The Beach - Spain
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This one in particular: The beach near the Jules Hacienda.
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This is almost as cool as the Miami Quidditch field was for Sorcha. Almost. I mean, it's Spain, and the guys are hot, but so's the weather. No real shock there, given she's Texan and goes to school in Arizona, of course, but all the same... People here don't speak English in a lot of places, and she knows Nahautl for DADA, not for conversation. So, she's not exactly the most multi-lingual of people. She's currently situated herself on a towel under an umbrella at the beach in late afternoon, a pair of sunglasses on her face and enough tanning lotion and sunblock on her to grease an elephant. The last thing she needs is to get horribly burned before the Cup matches.

It is a good thing that Alejandro is bilingual and grew up speaking Spanish with family members and at home. It is quite easy for him to communicate around here. As for being in Spain, Alex was having a great time. During his fifteen years of existance, Alex had only spent time in L.A. and of course Arizona. The poor boy never got to spend anytime out of the country and it was only ironic that he got to go to the country of his ancestors, or at least half of them anyway. If you traced his family back enough there is probably some Aztec blood which is only interesting that Alex ended up in Bandersteed. But I digress. The fifth year, who did enjoy swimming, emerged from the ocean wearing a pair of Hawaiian print swim trunks. Hey, it was too hot to just sit under the sun! As he proceeded back to his towel to have a gulp of water, he walked past Sorcha and accidently tracked sand onto her towel and possibly her body as well. He looked momentarily distracted by some Spanish chick wearing a bikini that practically covered nothing as he continued on to his destination. Hey, he is a fifteen year old boy. Hormones!

Isaac makes his way down from the hacienda, covered head to toe in a terrycloth robe even though he's slathered in wizarding sunscreen- SPF 500 000, or his pale-ass self will die of burnination. And pauses by Sorcha. "It's really cool," he observes airily. "I was able to track you from the house by the smell of sunscreen. It's like a fiesta of tropical fruit just died in my nose." Alejandro gets a peace sign and a bland smile, but this is more than he gives most people he doesn't know very well.

Sorcha snorts a little, dropping her shades down and telling Alejandro initially, "Kicking dirt on the Beater of your House Quidditch team is very, very dangerous, Medina. Especially in the heat, and most especially when she's just been told by a Third Year that she stinks to high heaven." She pushes her glasses up again and tells Isaac lightly, "Get some Captain Morgan and you'll have a party in your nose. Problem solved."

Alejandro immediately loses interest in the girl when a big burly guy puts his arm around her. He greets Isaac by jerking his head in the third year's direction. As Sorcha makes the remark, he turns to face her, "Sorry about that, Alexander... I didn't see you there." His voice does have traces of a Spanish accent but it is by no means thicker than his mother's or his grandmother's. "What are you going to do? I don't think you have a beater bat with you." His tone is a bit hostile but the smirk on his face indicates that he isn't all that serious. Hey! It's not a good idea to get on bad terms with your fellow Bandersteeds. He chuckles a little bit at Isaac's remark about dying tropical fruit, "Wow, I don't even know why I missed it..."

"That's because you were too busy ogling that other girl's boobies," Isaac sniffs at Alejandro. And he rolls his eyes at Sorcha, looking vaguely disgruntled. "How pathetic is it that a teacher could bust me for drinking in my own house? I am oppressed wherever I go. Anansi's even too scrupulous to be bribed off- what kind of a Saturninus is she?"

Sorcha rolls her eyes at the both of them. "I don't need a bat, Medina," she says curtly, voice dropping dangerously close to being serious for a moment. And she has little need to prove her words, as well, given she merely stays relaxed on her forearms in the shade. Which she doesn't invite either of them to share with her, surprise surprise. She does frown a little, looking up at Isaac. "Isn't the legal drinking age here in public, like, the womb or something?" she asks him curiously. "But, honestly: Anansi can't be everywhere to watch us all the time. Though if you came in completely plowed, I figure she'd know what happened." She does glance towards the burly man and the girl who took Alejandro's attention, eyeing them, and mutters something under her breath that sounds remarkably like, "Wish I had boobs like that."

Alejandro is not entirely embarrassed by Isaac's remark. In fact he shrugs his shoulders, "And...?" his smirk remains planted on his face although his hostile tone remains. At the mention of alcohol, Alex rolls his eyes, "The trick is...to put it in a different container. My cousin does it all the time." And he hated his cousin. Whatever! "If you come in sloshed, you deserve to get in trouble..." But that was a matter of opinion. At Sorcha's last comment, Alejandro asks mischeviously, "Do you want a set like that to get a guy like that?" He can be cheeky when he isn't behind a pile of books.

"Sorcha, your boobs are fine," Isaac says quite loyally, even though he turns vaguely pink. "You're an athlete. They're just... toned. I bet your boobs could kick that girl's boobs' ass." And he adds, "I'm sure that she wouldn't care if I drink a glass of wine, but it might be a bad example for the other kids and their parents would freak out and I might be accused of delinquency and people have long memories so my intentions of taking over the school board after I graduate might be somewhat compromised. But there ARE a bunch of KIDS in my house and while I don't mind being generous - it's a testament to my magnificent consideration, don't you think? - it's almost enough to make me want to get plastered. ...On the other hand, someone spitballed Mother's portrait, so it's not all bad. I heard her screaming bloody murder all the way down the hall."

Sorcha removes her shades and gives Alejandro an irritated look. Which probably isn't a good thing, either. "And don't think you can make me prove it by trying to irritate me," she tells him blandly. "I'll hospitalize you." She's done it before. Even if that wasn't really *her*... the moves were still hers. "And I want a set like that so I can walk around looking like that and make little kids like you kick sand on their elders ogling what they'll never be able to have." She sits up fully at that point. "Or maybe I want a set like that for other reasons. Like I'll tell you." Glancing up at Isaac, she nods at him a little. "That was the screaming, then?" she asks with a touch of disappointment. "I was actually hoping that a Firstie might've gotten his feet removed by something, tell the truth." She rolls her shoulders lightly. "But, yes, my boobs can kick her boobs' ass, Jules. Thanks for reminding me what's actually important." And she grins at him quickly, fluttering her lashes. "You're not so bad yourself, delinquent-wannabe."

"Bring it," Alejandro states with a shrug of his shoulders. "I was just kidding around. Not my fault you can't take a joke..." His tone had gone from playfully hostile to just plain defensive. Considering he spent his life in an inner city enviroment, the defensive tone was necessary for survival, at least socially. "And I apologized for the sand. I wouldn't ogle at a prefect anyways." He rolls his eyes. Wow, this conversation was getting tedious but it is not like he is particularly social at school. He's more absorbed into his books. Gotta get the good grades to make something out of his life.

"Of course I'm not," Isaac states, squaring his skinny shoulders and adopting a noble pose. "I am one-hundred percent purebred awe-inspiring man." Who could easily be mistaken for a girl in broad daylight, alas. "I knew you'd notice- I often have that effect on women." And he eyes Alejandro and Sorcha. "Okay, okay, already. You are both almost as badass as me and this is an awesome beach which is supposed to be enjoyable and relaxing. Medina, have you thought about trying out for Quidditch?"

Sorcha flicks her fingers at him dismissively. "I have no reason and no desire to do any such thing," she tells him mildly. "Go looky-loo at people again. Apology accepted for the sand, and conversation-theme ended." Just in case he couldn't take the hint that she didn't want to continue in that vein any longer. She lies back down, though, and replaces her shades, putting her hands behind her head. "Sam's pretty badass, actually," she tells Isaac. "I'd have probably just flown at that Layfayette Beater and strangled him on the way down, but she managed to nip his gene pool in the bud. That rocks." She laughs a bit.

Alejandro blinks a few time at Isaac. A thirteen year old who is a Don Juan in the making it seems. At the mention of Quidditch, Alex smiles, "Yeah, I've wanted to be on the team since I found out what it was. Except she has my position of choice..." He jerks his thumb at Sorcha with a smirk on his face. His tone was not as hostile but he is just overly kidding. His way of teasing is just poking at people's buttons. However, he does take the hint that Sorcha wanted to drop their little argument so he does. He has no idea who Sam is so choses to say nothing about that other line of conversation.

Isaac eyes Alejandro. "You should try out for reserve. You're already, what, a fifth year? But Sorcha's seventh so she'll be gone next year. Someone with more experience would be nice, but you're big and strong and there IS no one with more experience to replace her." And he looks back to Sorcha. "You're both badass, which is why we won again, right? He was just her rightful kill."

Sorcha makes a soft sound. "Ehhh, you'll have a shot at it after this year, like Isaac said," she reminds Alejandro with a little sadness. "I'm going to enjoy it, though. I love Quidditch." And she falls oddly... silent, afterwards. Thinking, maybe. She does stir a moment later. "Kinda like this beach," she says as she sits up and removes her shades. "I'm gonna try the water now. I've never been in the ocean." She rises and stretches with a lazy yawn, arms above her head. "And nah, Isaac. It was all Sam. She directed me where to go and when to be there. I won't lie and say that I had much to do with it other than following her lead."

Alejandro shrugs a little, "I'll definately try out. I did before but I suppose playing a sport is very different in the air than it is on the ground." He grins widely. How much he adores sports and Quidditch, by far, is the most awesome sport he has come across! "It didn't help I was trying out on the school's crappy brooms..." He rolls his eyes. It sucked to not be able to have enough money for a broom, a good one anyway. He was saving for one though which means his suvenieers would have to be down to a minimum. "The water is nice compared to the temperature outside the water." He was practically dry already!

"You can borrow my broom," Isaac states mildly. "If you make the team, I'll get you one. Everyone on the team needs the best brooms." And he says to Sorcha, "Have you thought of going pro?"

Sorcha laughs a bit. "I have a Cleansweep," she tells Alejandro mildly. "That's what I tried out for Beater on. I like the Stardust better, though it took me a while to learn to ride it properly. Aslan and Isaac helped me." She dusts the sand off of her form after Isaac's spoken, considering it. "I didn't, before," she says hesitantly. "But after being in the Miami stadium... I wanted to. But I don't know if it'll go with... ah, my future plans. Though the extra cash would be nice. I could afford to do things privately, and I suppose I'd have the time between matches..." She shrugs at him lightly. "Doesn't really matter, though. Until I get approached to go pro, I'll just consider this my last year for Quidditch." Ever. Dun dun DUUUUN!!

"It's not for you," Isaac states indifferently, "It's for the team. Silver Streak's mine, now, so it's hardly any trouble. basic equipment, really. No Bandersteed player should ever be on anything but top-of-the-line pro brooms. I realise that some people have weird assumptions about charity, but that's none of my concern. Victory at any cost, and all that." And he adds to Sorcha, "Well, we always need more suici- er, brave people to test the prototype models. Sure, there are unavoidable deaths now and then, but they do get to try them out before anyone else does."

Sorcha chuckles a little and shakes her head. "Thanks but no thanks, Isaac," she says warmly. "If I'm risking my neck, it'll be for something else." She turns to Alejandro as she straightens, having gotten herself free of sand. "And I have to wait for their approach of me. That's how it works with the recruitment. It'll happen or it won't, Medina. Personally? I doubt it seriously. I'd be second-string in pro-Quidditch, which though it's still something, it's not what you'd call something to write home about." She shrugs helplessly. "I want it all, or nothing at all. That's why I'm here, right?"

Er? Did the third year just read into him? Alex felt a little...violated? "Well, it's a good thing it isn't like a present or anything, Jules. That would be a bit weird..." He chuckles a little to himself as he ran his hand through his wet dark hair. "You had me worried there for a moment. Charity is more of an Elywood thing anyway..." Ug, he hated charity! Glancing at Sorcha, he nods, "Yeah, I know, I was kidding again." He smiles softly at her last comment, "Something we have in common. As scary as that sounds and all..."

"We're Bandersteed," Isaac states without much inflection. "Of course we want to be the best. Are we gonna swim, or what? I'm gonna die if we don't."

Sorcha nods at the both of them. "Meet you there," she says and turns to saunter towards the edge of the sea. Just in case Alejandro wanted to, say, run ahead. She doesn't see Isaac doing that, though. Not in a terrycloth robe at least. At least you can't mistake her for anything other than the oldest of the three of them. "I'll be eighteen in February," she comments randomly, sounding amused. "I wasn't sure I'd see it, given Angel and I tend to rage and fight so much. If she hadn't taken me out, I'm pretty sure my parents would've just to keep the peace."

"I hope so!" Alex replied as he broke off into a run. Is he really that predictable? Well, Alex can't say no to competition, part of the reason he is a Bandersteed anyway!
Isaac sheds the robe, showing off his skinny, overbred - inbred? - splendor. He probably puts most albinos to shame. And kicks off his sandals. And drifts towards the water. "Taken you out? I didn't HEAR any news about your death. And, ah. Eighteen? That's really old. When you were a child, did you run with the dinosaurs? Bludger any Neanderthals?"

Sorcha rolls her eyes. "Yes. I rode the T-rex on hunts," she tells Isaac drolly. "And at least you didn't hear about my death. I mean, let's face it: if I were dead, I wouldn't be here. I'm not THAT fantastic at magic just yet." She watches Alejandro as he frolics forward and makes a soft sound. "I need a boyfriend," she says randomly. "If you and Medina there are looking as good as these Spaniards, I'm obviously highly repressed." She gestures once. "Not that you aren't unattractive, but that's like... cradlerobbing."

Alejandro ducks himself underwater and popped back up. Now that was refreshing. He was underwater when Sorcha made the comment about a boyfriend so he did not have any quips to make. Not like he would be much better. He is only fifteen and very picky when it came to choosing a girl to date him. Looking was a different story, "Ahhhh! So refreshing!" He comments as he brushes his wet locks out of his face.

Isaac says airily, "Don't be too hard on Alejandro, he's still young. And isn't he part Spanish? And I heard that what's his name on Sebastian's team, the really short one, he's on the market. I think he's spanish, too. I'm sure we could try to set you up or something. He's right at the perfect height for you." And he holds up a hand, level with Sorcha's clevage. And for some reason, he glances at Alejandro after the other boy comes up, turns faintly pink, and looks away quickly.

Sorcha rolls her eyes at the height thing. "I like tall guys, Isaac," she tells him in amusement. "I like my girls short. Duh." She shakes her head and taps his hand, noting the blush. "Though I could make an exception for you. You're awfully purty..." She flutters her lashes at him with a sweet little grin. "Anyway, with my luck I'll get picked for Quidditch for one team or another and will meet fabulously wealthy men and women, none of which find me the least bit attractive." She hooks a thumb at Alejandro, though. "But, really, I'm from Texas. Hispanic guys are common there. They're attractive, but... I dunno. Besides, he wants my position, not me." You don't love me, you just love my Beater style? Hmmmm.... sounds like that could be a song....

"Why do I get the distinct feeling you two are talking about me!?" Alex called at the two of them as he attempted to splash water at them. He may be fifteen but he acts like he's still twelve at times. Oh come on! Come in deeper! Luckily, like most guys, Alex doesn't note Isaac's blush. Knowing who finds who more attractive is more of a girly gift anyway.

"SORCHA WAS JUST SAYING THAT SHE LOOOOVES HISPANIC MEN!" Isaac hollers helpfully to Alejandro, disregarding any possible stares from the surrounding spaniards. Revenge, of course, for her calling him pretty. "SHE FINDS THEM MUY MACHO! MUY MUY MUY MACHO!"

Sorcha blinks and glances around at the stares, most of them amused, at the shouting boy. "I know where you sleep, you know," she tells him with a scowl. "How's about I start shouting about how you like them too?" Not that it matters. I mean, it's Spain and all... She glances around at the ocean swirling at her feet. "Just wait till I find a damn urchin, Jules," she warns, her Texan twang QUITE evident. "You'll be stuck in places you didn't know y'HAD!"

Ami doesn't look good in bathing suits, which explains why hers are hidden under a loose t-shirt and a pair of shorts. With a towel around her neck she head down to the beach with the rest where all the comotion is. However, she only caught the words 'love hispanic men' and 'muy macho' from Issace. Heading over to where they were she quirks a brow a bit confused, "I didn't know you rolled that way Issac. Shame. Many girls will be upset."

"Muy mucho, eh?" Alex smirks as he held up his arm to flex. While he isn't the epitome of buff, he is quite active. The Spanish slipped off his tongue quite naturally. "Soy muy, muy macho!" He continued to state in his second language. At the presence of the new girl, he jerked his chin in greeting. Yes, he still had some growing up to do. "Sorry, Texans aren't my type, Alexander..." His accent still stuck at that last sentence and his smirk widens.

Sorcha glances up at Alejandro and calls back, "That's fine! We're too tough for you panty-waist Cali boys anyway!" She sniffs afterward, but glances up at Ami and laughs as she straightens. "Nice," she tells the other girl with a set of thumbs-up. "That's better than the urchin treatment I was about to levy on him." She looks at the water again and says simply, "Back in a few." She then runs out into the incoming waves as if they'd just challenged her, diving like a porpoise through one. Swimming in the ocean means actually getting out into it and *swimming* after all.

Isaac is about to retort something at Sorcha, but then Ami's comment cuts him short. Instead, he screeches disagreeably, "I MEANT SORCHA. I MYSELF AM THE EPITOME OF MASCULINITY. I AM DOWN WITH THE HONEYS. THE HONEYS!"

"Oh oops," is all that comes from Ami as she ruffles her short shaggy hair. "Sorry bout that. I didn't see honeys...so i thought...," she simply shakes her head and drops her towel where everyone put theres. A snort goes to Sorcha at her comment of Cali boys...geez did she know Cali boys. "Anyway...so what were you guys doing besides attracting honeys or macho men?" she looks to both boys as she dips her feet in the water.

Alejandro blinks at Isaac's sudden outburst. They say that denile is not a river in Egypt. Before Alex can ponder this even further, he notices another girl that who knows, he may have a chance with. Even though this is against his normal routine, he approaches her on the beach and begins to talk in Spanish with her. He's no longer paying attention to his classmates.

"Alejandro is macking on women, as you can see," Isaac informs Ami, only slightly mollified. "I am, uh, taking a break from the attentions of, uh, attracted honeys. Sorcha was telling me how much she likes rich, pale men, too. You?"

Ami snorts and says, "This is why I'm single." She steps further in to about her waste and dips under. Woo yeah. Quidditch babe in a wet t-shirt. "Oh man. European water's freakin cold," she acks retreating a bit. "I just wandered around with a few other people. Effing teachers kept the prefects back for so long to take attendence and read us our responsibilities."

"The perils of responsibility," Isaac intones mournfully. "And the cold is good for you." Good for what's under the t-shirt, to his mind, anyway. "Toughens your, uh, constitution."

Sorcha rises from the waves like a sea goddess, buffeted by the waves and pushed towards the shore. She slogs back on her own time, not really in a hurry, and spots her hairtie floating next to her in the water. She snatches at it and reaches back to make sure that the own in her own hair is still there, just in case - to find that it isn't, and she has a curtain of dark hair plastered to her. Somehow, she's black-haired when wet. It's a natural chameleon effect. Sighing, she uses both hands to catch it up and get it over her shoulders again before squeezing her bow out with her right hand. "Should've gone with one of those old-school elastic ones," she mutters as she finally gets out of the water, putting her feet back on dry land. Catching what Ami said at the end, she laughs a bit. "Ah... yeah. I came here in my swimsuit purely to hit the beaches as soon as they were done with the responsibility crap," she says as she shakes out her hair-tie. "None of that changing clothes and having to wait stuff for me."

"I don't care. I like the sun," Ami shivers a little. Not like she had much constitution asside from her muscles. She smirks to Sorcha, "Elastic ones hurt, Ariel." She throws in the name just for a teaser. "Cut it short. Like mine," she grins messing her hair up so the short wet locks poked out in all directions.

Sebastian walks down to the beach.
Sebastian has arrived.

Sorcha looks at Ami as if she's gone completely insane, drying in the sun fairly quickly what with the late afternoon heat to help her. "You must already have heat-stroke," she says in mild horror. "You know how long it took me to get my hair THIS long?!" She blinks, wide-eyed. She has something of a Hercules complex in that respect.

Ami quirks a brow. "And who are /you/? Samson?" she smirks parking her bottom back onto the sand, but her feet were still in. "Whoever said to suffer for beauty should have a hot poker shoved up their ass," she scrunches her nose. Ami was going to suffer just so she could have long pretty hair. No no. She's happy with her shags.

Sorcha sniffs haughtily. "I'm a Beater," she says airily. "I suppose I'm the closest to that on the House Quidditch team, yes." She glances back towards her towel a bit up the beach. And the umbrella on it. "You know, if you want to share that towel with me... just so you don't get sand in places you can't get it out of in public..."

Sebastian strolls down the beach, boxer-style swim trunks a deep blood red, his torso bare. Pro Quidditch has been good to him, his 6'4 frame even more toned and sculpted after his first season. He makes his way over towards Isaac and gang quietly.

Isaac seems even more disgruntled - albeit briefly - at the contrast between himself and his cousin. But only for a moment before he says brightly, "Sorcha was interested in Julien, Sebastian. She likes macho latin men."

Ami smiles and shakes her head at the offer. "Nah I'm good. That's why I wore trunks over my swim suit," she says peeling the wet matieral off her thigh. Oh and speaking of muy muy macho men. "Hey Sebastian," she greets the new comer with a smile and a small wave.

"Ami," Sebastian greets back, lifting a strong hand. "She does? I can probably arrange a meeting if you like," he notes to Sorcha. "He likes tall women."

Sorcha rolls her eyes. "*You* said I would be, you mean," she fires back at Isaac. "Said he was about the right height, given he came to my chest." And that gets a hmph out of her too. And a coloration, given
Sebastian seems like he's agreeable to it. "It's all right. There's enough eye-candy around here to keep me occupied." At least her hair is back again. Wet, heavy, but back and away from her face and whatnot. "Back in a few," she says again, trotting off towards her beachtowel, at least. She's NOT wearing trunks over her swimsuit, unlike Ami, and has no desire at ALL to spend the rest of the day trying to floss places free of sand that were never meant to be flossed.

Isaac, all big moist blue eyes and wounded innocence, calls after her, "Would I ever do such a thing, Sorcha? I only have your best interests at heart."
Sebastian shrugs blandly. "Your call. Julien wouldn't mind," he notes of his fellow Crucible and World Cup Beater who looks like a 5'6 Antonion Banderas chissled from stone.

A shower does just as well as flossing, at least in Ami's opinion. /Yes/ she's a clean woman. Just because she doesn't nit pick into her crack. A smirk appears as she says to Isaac, "She wouldn't give you the same courtesy." Aww noo fair. Ami wants to meet hot sexy quidditch men toooooo.

Sorcha wouldn't mind, but it's the 5'6" part... Though the longer she considers it, the more she wonders if maybe she shouldn't give it a shot... No. No. She's got a year of school left. What would be the point, really? Disgruntled suddenly by the fact she's still at Calichil, she nonetheless returns with her towel in tow and reveals, "I would, but... school 'n' all." She then proceeds to flip her towel out and get it settled near Ami. "And, for your information, Isaac... yes, yes you would do that to me. You're too cute not to. The cuter and more angelic they are, the more I'm convinced they're actually devils hidden in cute kid's bodies. It's probably a mathematical equation I'll learn this year in Arithmancy, too." She settles atop her towel and sighs, content for the moment now. Even if she's in the sun.

"What does school have to do with a night of hot, meaningless passion?" Sebastian asks.

Isaac smirks at Ami and Sorcha, bows slightly, and then turns to Sebastian. "How much do you think I could make as a pimp for eligible quidditch player bachelors seeking pretty, talented young women?"

"Here?" Seb asks. "Not much. Too much for free."

Sam walks down to the beach.
Sam has arrived.

Sorcha waves a hand quickly. "Nothing. Unless you're not after that type of thing," she notes mildly. "Mom raised me different." And leans back, tapping her feet together slowly. "Yo, Ami. That pack of hellions around you in Sedona... you related to them? Or just, you know, paid to watch them destroy humanity?"

"Ah. Yeah, the Pro players are definitely not what you're after," Sebastian agrees.

"Sorry, but Sebastian would be second in line," Ami nods apologetically. "Luna's got me on a leash already." Quite literally. She recalls the green leather number that Luna made her try on during Christmas break. But that's a sotry for later. "Oh those? The Cameron cousins," she smirk-grins with pride at her family who slowly tore apart Sedona. "They say I'm the black sheep of them all."

"Rascals, the pro players. The fuckin lot of em." wafts a voice from behind. Sam pads up, in black bikini top, blood red boycut bikini bottom, black pareo, lennon sunglasses, and a sparkling smile. "Avoid like the plague."

Sebastian nods in agreement with Sam, smirking. "Worthless. All they want is hours upon hours of mind-blowing sex."

Aslan has arrived.

Ami mutters to herself, "Who doesn't?"

"I can't wait until I'm a pro," Isaac sighs dreamily. "I will have legions of groupies. Tons of fans. Lots and lots of-"

Sebastian quirks a 'brow at Ami. "Do /you/ want to meet Julien?
"
"I /knoooooow/. What's a girl to do when she wants /days/ of mindblowing sex, utterly forgetting where we are on the calendar." Sam laments, moving to snap out her towel.

Ami shakes her head and scrunches her nose, "Nah. I think I can find my own hot latin man to bang. Kind of you though." She snickers at Sam and then says to Sebastian, "That's a cry for help you see."

Sorcha watches the sea coming in not too far from where her feet are pointed. She merely lets the conversation go around her, letting her feet wiggle. It'd be nice, but she's just not built that way... Though, she is nicely built. Or, y'know, she'd like to think so. She wants bigger boobs, though. D's maybe, like her sister... and thus, lost in thought, she completely misses the fact that Sam's come in. It strikes her that she actually KNOWS it, though, and blinks, coming back to the present. "Yo Whitecross," she says with a jerk of her chin in a nod.

"And here I thought you were a sweet, innocent flower," Sebastian snorts at Ami's reply.

"I assure you, she's not." Sam offers, streeeeetching out and then untying the pareo. "Hey Sorcha. So if you're turning down Julien, who are you holding out for?"

"No one around here is a sweet, innocent flower," Aslan points out as he joins the group, sitting down by Isaac, his feet in the water.

Sorcha eyes Sam a little. "Not sure. Will know him when he sweeps me off my feet, though," she says mildly. "I'm sure. Tall, dark, handsome... you know, every cliche in the book." She slips her shades on and lies back, saying offhandedly, "It's all in how its presented. Besides, like I'm easy to handle anyway." She slips her hands behind her head, smirking faintly, toes still waving.

Sebastian smiles playfully at Sam's suit. "They were out of matching sets?" he teases. "Sorcha's holding out for Mr. Right. As opposed to me, Mr. Bombastic."

Sam smiles blandly at Sebastian. "The red's easier to find in the dark when we come out here after sundown. I can make it back to the hotel topless, but not bottomless."

Sebastian ahs softly. "Touche."

Isaac sits down beside Aslan, and dabbles his feet in the water, too. Splish splash! "You're pretty gentle for a ravenous, bloodthirsty harpy," he points out amiably to Sorcha. And to Sam, he chirps, "You so should. Our relationship could go to a new level."

"Learn something new everyday," Ami chuckles to Sebastian and winks at Sam. Ohhhh did Sam know. If only they saw the Cameron kids cutting the population of Sedona in half they'd all think differently. "Anyhow I oughta skip off now," she stands up with water dripping from her trunks and t-shirt. "See you later guys!" a hand ruffles through her short hair again as she grabs her towel and heads back.

"Wet t-shirts should be the standard quidditch uniform," Isaac informs no one in particular.

Did someone say tall, dark and handsome? Enter Uther Rhymes, Chaser for Crescent City. The massive Haitian man stands easily 6'8 and is built like a brick house, his srms thicker than most people's thighs. Bald and covered in snake tattoos, he's as intimidating as he is anything else. "Sahm! Sebahstiahn! Isaahc, too. Dee 'ole fahmahlee is 'ere."

Aslan just snorts softly and eyes Isaac. He starts to say something, but holds his tongue, instead turning to look up at the others. "So. What are we talking about now? Or-..." Uther. Hoo boy. Aslan looks up... and up, and up... as the man joins them, blinking. "...You just blotted out the sun," he notes, amiably.

"Uther!" Sam yells, wandering over to hug him. "Lemme hug you and say hi before Isaac starts unabashedly fangirling all over you."

Sorcha chuckles softly. "Hey, even an eagle is gentle with its young, so there's hope for me too," she points out to Isaac. "Now, if you were, say, a cute little bunny or a Jabberwocky... different situation entirely." She proceeds to hum along with what sounds like Sting's "After the Rain Has Fallen" for no reason, quite randomly. Until the booming voice calls out - but she doesn't really look around. It's for Sebastian and such. She'll meet 'em at some point, and the sun's baking out the chill of the seawater.

"Hi, Uth-" Isaac squeals, almost as starry eyed as he gets around Aslan. And then he says, once again EXCEEDNGLY disgruntled, "You're just jealous, Sam, because his breasts are perkier than yours."

"No, I'm a realist. If I didn't say hi now, it'd be six hours before I could get a word in edgewise as you hog my potential future teammate." Sam replies mildly. "Now hush, before I turn you into a sangria wench, fetching drinks."

"Uther," Sebastian replies. "Toni still at practice?" The large black man nods, hugging wee little Sam. He wears no shirt and his trademark cutoff jean-shorts held by a thick belt. "Aye. She be gettin' in dee extrah time. Wahnts to look good for dee Chinah game." He smirks at Isaac and Sam but stays out of it. Nodding politely to Sorcha, he offers a crocodile smile.

Sorcha glances up and over towards the man, peering at him from behind her dark shades. "'Lo," she twangs at him politely. And then she pushes the shades back up and lets them talk. She does chuckle at Isaac and Sam, however. One big happy family... though an admittedly odd one. She proceeds to hum again, content to just listen to the Quidditch talk and envy them. Envy them horribly.

"I know where you sleep, Sam," Isaac informs her severely. "Now shuddup."

Sam grins widely at runty and pissy. "I know who you dream about." Rounding that dark gaze onto Sorcha, "Sorch, who came and talked to you after the game? I'm putting together training plans for people based on what teams are talking to them, if you're interested."

Isaac splashes his feet in the water, hard, and sulks.

"Phoenix, Denver, and Portland," Sorcha replies to Sam. "But I've yet to really make a decision. It's... ah, complicated. But I'm considering it now as we speak, trust me." She grins a little. "Is it wrong of me to like knowing that someone's waiting for my decision with bated breath...?" Mmmm.... power tastes good.

Uther and Sebastian talk about the games that have already taken place - no upsets yet. Ireland beat Germany, Sain beat Australia, France whomped Brazil, Russia shut down Japan, and Italy just beat Canada this morning.

Sam smirks a touch. "no, no it's not wrong. It's kinda fun. Interesting group there. And remember, you don't need to decide now now now."

Sebastian asks. "Were we wanting to watch the England/India game today?"

"Yeah, I wanna take notes. And watch Potter's sweet sweet can." Sam quipsm ruffling a hand through her hair.

"Do we know for _sure_ that Potter'll take three bludgers to the head before going down in the final five minutes?" Isaac asks plaintively. "Because I know some guys who
know some guys who..."

Sebastian snorts at Isaac. "Sorcha? You want to go? Seen any of the games, yet?"

Sorcha perks IMMEDIATELY at mention of the words England and Potter. She's sitting upright in that moment in a catlike, fluid motion and bringing down her shades, looking all-too eager. "Ooh! England's today!" She beams. "I'd almost forgotten!" She looks positively *radiant*. It's *England*! "You bet! Just let me go get dressed... waitwaitwait! When's the game?!" She quite suddenly loses her mind. "I'll need a quick shower first, and will have to pick out something really nice to wear..."

Sam blinks slowly at Sorcha. "Yes. Because while trying to advance his team and looking for the snitch, his eyes will alight UPON YOU, Sorcha Alexander, and he will blow you a kiss and toss you a hotel room key and you will reach up, slo-mo, and catch it, even as thousands of other girls shriek with jealous rage and envy." Beat pause. "Then two bludgers will collide into his distracted body at once, breaking his spine and shearing the cord, and he will plummet to earth, dead because of YOUR HAWTNESS."

Sorcha pauses a moment, then says quickly, "Hey, if that means we win later on, I think my mourning period would be brief."

"Starts at two," Sebastian answers, checking his watch. "About... forty-five minutes from now." He chokes at Sam, snickering.

"Make it a cold shower," Isaac chirps waspishly.

"A very cold shower," Aslan adds. "Add ice."

"Dry ice," chimes Isaac.

"Piss off!" Sorcha grumbles at them one and all, tossing her hair over one shoulder. Someone's hung around with British exchange students far, far too much the last year or two. "But, hey... if you want me as your secret weapon of mass distraction, I'll see if I can't find some form of corset, thigh high stilettos, and shorty-shorts to wear in town..." She spreads her hands innocently, smiling the same.

Sam ponders this image for a moment, then says, simply, "No."

"No. He's british," Isaac informs Sorcha. "Sex frightens them."

Aslan smiles slightly. "Besides, Sam's our secret weapon of mass destruction." Little! Rainbow! Blood-thirsty!

Sebastian just snerks quietly. "We'll see you at the game, Uther." The big man nods and heads off.

"BYE UTHER!" squeals Isaac.

Sorcha pouts immediately. "You're no fun. And I know she is. That's why I said DISTRACTION." She gets to her feet all the same, nodding at the group. "Better go shower anyway. If for no other reason than to get the stench of a dead fruit market off me." She looks at Isaac pointedly. "Or something like that, right Jules?" She lifts her towel and slings it over her shoulder with a flurry of sand. And even waves at Uther as he heads off too, though she doesn't know him.

Isaac nods sagely to Sorcha. "You shouldn't try so hard. You'd be pretty without the ho outfit."

Sam cracks up at Isaac. "You are such a girl. Bye Uther, see you at the game." She lazily loops an arm around Sebastian's waist and kisses his back absently.

Aslan waves to Uther, then falls silent again, eyeing Isaac without a word.

Isaac eyes Aslan back. "We can share," he says primly. And screeches, "SHUT UP SAM."

"Shall we get ready?" Seb asks.

Sorcha gestures at what she's wearing. "Yo, I don't OWN a ho outfit. I'm the one waiting for Mr. Right, remember?" she points out to Isaac. And then waves at them.

"Meet you folks in forty-five. Non-hoish and yet still tasty, I assure you." And she heads out as well.

"Let's." Sam replies, waggling her fingers at Issy and Aslan.