> Saturday, July 11th, 2015
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It was around 0900 on the dot, with the match scheduled to start at around 1600 hours Eastern standard. Everyone was raring to go in their swimsuits, bouncing up and down on the feet as Griselda addressed them.
Why? Because the heat meant that NATO was allowing the girls to forego their uniforms in favor of “tasteful” swimsuits.
“Alright everyone, I know you all want to have some fun on the beach first,” says Griselda. She was wearing a black bikini with a white stripe running up the side. It was already catching the eye of a few spectators on their way to the stands. “But it’s gonna be really hot today, and even hotter in the tanks, so get plenty of water in your system first and put some sunscreen on before-“
“LET’S PARTY!” yells Regina Taney. Naval Studies Rescue immediately broke off from the group, heading to the waters with their surfboards.
“… fine.” Griselda giggled a little. “Everyone have some fun, I’ll call you all in an hour before the match!” Everyone turns around to charge the water, yelling and laughing in cheer. You have to say, it’s pretty infectious. But someone has to layout the towels and umbrellas, and of course, that has to be you. You spread the towel down, drive the umbrella into the sand and pop up the shade, then plop the picnic basket down for food. Griselda walks up next to you, smiling as she holds a towel over her shoulders. “Not going to join them?”
“Not right now,” you say. “I never was a fan of the beach anyway.” Ugh, Jersey Shore, what a hellhole.
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