"It's horrible!" Julia giggled. She and Xiaoyu sat in the hotel hot tub, eyeing Forest Law's neon green Speedo.

"Why would anyone even think of buying something like that?" Xiaoyu questioned. "Not to mention in that colour!"

"Yeah, no kidding!" Julia shook her head and sipped at her virgin daquiri. "And I thought that gold Spandex jumpsuit was bad."

Suddenly, the two girls were joined by Hwoarang. He slid into the hot tub next to Julia. "God," he moaned, "this water's great. What've you got there, Julia?"

"Virgin strawberry daiquiri," she replied flatly.

"Virgin, eh? Well, like drink, like drinker." She glared at him.

"Did someone invite you?"

"Hey now, no need to get nasty. As far as I know, this facility is open for all hotel guests, thank you."

"Facility, three syllables. I'm impressed." She rolled her eyes and turned her head the other way. Unfortunately, that left her with only Forest's Speedo to look at, so she leaned her head back and closed her eyes.

"So, Xiao, you're up against Prick Marduk tomorrow, eh?"

"Yeah. I'm not worried, though."

"I wouldn't be, either. I saw Anna Williams hitting on him earlier, so by morning he might not have any energy to fight."

Julia abruptly stood up. "Xiao, I'll see you back at our room." Without waiting for a response, she got out of the hot tub, grabbed her towel, and stepped into her sandals. Hwoarang watched her leave, trying not to admire her shape in her burgundy two-piece suit.

"What, you want to fuck her?" Xiaoyu asked, smirking.

"Hell no. I mean, yeah, she's a hot one, but she's got a bad attitude."

"Oh, so I've got a good attitude, but I'm hideous?" she teased.

"No, no!" He laughed a little. "That's not it, not at all." He stopped short of telling her that just being in a hot tub with her and Julia was enough to give him an erection. Xiaoyu alone in her little black bikini with white flowers kept him hard. He had thought several times of seducing her, but had banished the thought from his mind. She was Jin's girl, and while he doubted that he and Jin would ever like each other, he knew that they shared a mutual respect. Besides, any idiot could tell that Xiaoyu adored him to no end. Coming onto her would only leave him looking like a complete ass.

Hoping to change his focus and calm his body, he waved to Paul Phoenix, who sat at an umbrella-covered table drinking a beer and chatting with King. "Hey, Phoenix!" he called. "Got a light?" Paul tossed his Zippo to him, and he pulled a cigarette from behind his ear and lit it. "Thanks," he said, tossing it back. He stretched his legs and inhaled deeply on his smoke.

"So, what's that like?" Xiaoyu asked.

"What, smoking?" She nodded. "It sucks ass. But you get used to it after a while."

"May I try?" she asked timidly. He looked at her wide eyes.

"I really don't think you want to, kid."

"I just want to try. Just to see what it's like." Sighing, he handed it over to her. She held it between her thumb and forefinger, put it between her lips, and breathed in. She coughed, and smoke came out of both her mouth and her nose. Hwoarang quickly took the cigarette from her.

"There, you see? It's really not that great. I wouldn't recommend you start." He watched her shudder and spit into the water. He laughed. "Yeah, it's really not worth it."

"Then why do you do it?" she gasped.

"I started 'cause I thought it was cool. Now I just can't seem to stop. Never thought I'd get addicted, but here I am." He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, enjoying the sun. They sat in silence while he finished off the cigarette, extinguising it it a small puddle next to the hot tub. Xiaoyu stood suddenly, and Hwoarang felt himself blush as he watched the water cascade down her pinked body.

"I'm supposed to meet Jin for lunch in a little while," she said. "I'd better go shower. I'll see you around, Hwoarang." She stepped out of the hot tub, slipped into her pink flip flops, wrapped her towel around her waist, and headed inside. Hwoarang was about to go in himself when he was joined by Forest Law.

"So," Forest smirked, "moving in on Kazama's girl, huh? You shouldn't mess with a Mishima, you know. They have a habit of going all demonic on you."

"Go to hell, Speedo boy."

"Hey, at least I can wear one and look good!" Hwoarang tried to ignore the few muffled snickers he heard from several eavesdroppers.

"If you look so good, how come I'm the one who had two fine ladies in here with me, huh?"

"They just can't handle my overwhelming manliness." Forest crossed his arms behind his head and streched. Hwoarang rolled his eyes and climbed out of the hot tub and grabbed his towel.

"The only overwhelming masculinity you have is when you get it up the ass," he called over his shoulder.