Beach Day

The sea crashes against the shore at the same time Kris spikes the volleyball over the net. It hits the ground with a satisfying thunk, and she smirks at Razor over on the other side. When she’d come to the beach originally, she’d been planning to chill out a bit out in the summer light. After all, there was no better season for lazing about than summer time. The warm weather and bright skies basically gives every bun in Burrowgatory permission to slack off! But then she’d seen Razor, and one thing led to another, and now they’re facing off in a match of beach volleyball.

That’s fine, though. This is just another way of enjoying the beach weather.

Kris wipes the sweat on her brow and sticks her tongue out at Razor. “That’s my point!” The flames on her opponent’s ears seem to blaze just a bit brighter.

“Don’t start braggin’ cuz I’m still winnin’!” She bends down to grab the ball, and Kris puts her hands on her hips.

“Yeah, by one po–”

The ball thunks on the ground next to her. She looks at Razor, her mouth still open. Razor sticks her own tongue out at her and flips her off.

“Two points, now.” Even if Kris weren't looking at her, she’d be able to hear the smirk in her voice. Her ears twitch from where they're tied in her ponytail.

“That's cheating, asshole!” Kris huffs, but she grabs the ball off the ground anyway. Razor just laughs on the other side of the net.

“There's no rules in beach volleyball!” That's so not true. There's definitely rules in beach volleyball.

Kris almost protests again. She knows they can both get competitive when they're playing games together, but that doesn't mean Razor should start cheating. But then she thinks about it some more. If Razor's allowed to play by her own rules, then why can't she? After all, there are no rules in beach volleyball.

Or so they say.

She shrugs, shifting the ball in her hand. “If you say so, I guess.” And then she’s jumping and dunking the ball over the net as if it were a basketball game and not volleyball. She lands and flashes another smirk Razor’s way. “Bitch.”

Her fire flares again, but her own grin only gets wider, flashing her fangs. Kris knows from the look on her face that the game was about to get a lot more interesting. And way more fun than if they played just regular old beach volleyball. Razor starts spiking the ball harder and harder, and Kris can’t just let her get away with that. So she returns the favor, until the palms of her hands are stinging and red and she’s covered in sand from diving to get the ball.

But at least it seems like her opponent isn’t faring much better. By the time they finally decide to end the game, the both of them are panting and covered in sand and sweat. Razor’s flames are still burning bright, but she can tell that the both of them are decidedly spent. Once they’d started doing more trick shots than playing the actual game, neither of them were keeping score anymore. That doesn't stop them from arguing over who won, of course.

“I won, BTW,” Kris says as she fishes a beer bottle out of her cooler. Razor scoffs at her.

“No the fuck you didn't.” She plops herself down right on Kris’ towel. “I def scored the most points. You were in the sand.” Kris gives her an incredulous look.

“You were in the sand just as much as me!” She pushes Razor with her foot. “You're getting it all over my towel. Move.”

Razor just flops backwards onto the towel. “Nope.” She pops the P of the word, tucking her hands behind her head. “As the winner, I'm claimin’ this towel as mine.” Kris raises her eyebrow, her mouth falling open a bit.

“Bitch.” She shoves a little harder with her foot, trying to roll Razor off of her towel. It doesn't really work, just sort of shifts her a little bit to the side. She sighs heavily and just opts to sit next to her.

Razor turns on her side towards Kris when she pops the cap off of her beer. “Hey, lemme have one too!” She reaches her hand out expectantly.

“You take my towel and now you wanna take my beer?” She shakes her head and takes a sip. “Get it yourself if you want one.”

She feels Razor sit up behind her and expects her to get up to grab a beer from the cooler. And then the towel will be hers again. It's a perfect plan for reclaiming her territory.

Except that's not what Razor does at all. Instead, she latches herself to Kris’ back, reaching in front of them to try and grab at the beer she’s holding. She squawks, bending forward both with the weight of the woman on her back and in an attempt to keep her bottle away from her grasp. The beer sloshes around a bit, fizzing up some and barely spilling out. Kris turns to glare at her.

“Hey! Get off!” Kris uses her free hand to try to push Razor away, but with the position they're in, she doesn't have much luck.

“Lemme have your beer!” She sounds way too happy about her actions.

“You don't even like my beer!” She's still trying to keep Razor's grabby hands away from her drink.

“Cuz you buy shit beer, but drinking beer on the beach is, like, the thing to do!” She presses against Kris harder, stretching her arms as far out as she can to reach for the drink. Kris can feel one of her horns press against the back of her neck. “Just lemme have it! You have more!”

Kris shoves her arm back against whatever part of Razor she can get to. “Yeah, so get your own—”

Unfortunately, that's when their struggle against each other ends up with them back in the sand. Kris just can’t hold the both of them up with Razor pushing against her like she is. She collapses forward, face planting in the sand and getting a mouthful of it. And, the worst part of it all, her beer slips out of her hand, rolling away from them, leaving a trail of liquid in its wake. Devastating, really.

Kris manages to turn some beneath Razor and reaches to grab her by one of her horns. “Do you mind?” Razor just grins a bit sheepishly at her.

“I'm sorry! I was just playin’!” Kris just rolls her eyes at her and lets her go. They start to sit up, but Razor starts to laugh a bit at her. “You're all covered in sand aga–”

Kris doesn't let her finish talking before she takes a fistful of sand and dumps it over top of her head. Razor is speechless for all of five seconds before she bursts out laughing. And, well, Kris can't help but join in. It is funny.

When they finally calm down, Razor gives her a lopsided grin. “C'mon, I'll go buy us some snacks and then we can chill. No more sand fights.” And that sounds like a pretty good deal to Kris, so she agrees.

She's definitely going to be washing sand out of her hair and ears for the next week, though.