After Mac got up of his own free will, we walked back towards the hotel. The bus took us there.
"You were right, Mobes" Mac said, rubbing his shoulder as we leaned against the cool vinyl of the bench. "Hiro really knew that course good. I think he knew it a little... Too good"
"Treason" JP hissed in French.
"You been listening in on us, Jean?" Mac asked.
"Oui" he said. "He knew the course.. a little... too well, methinks" JP responded, scooting closer, adding body heat to our bundle on the chilled bus. I nodded.
"I think Hiro had seen the course before. We don't know all the short cuts or anything, and he didn't fallow them. I think he could tweak some air out of those hills through. If he does, he done it before, cause one couldn't tweak some of dem wit'out past experience." I said.
"I say we don't blow the whistle yet. We let him do well enough. Than we koup him at the Elysium, where he won't be protected by his countrymen." JP suggusted.
"I got that down than. We watch da foo at the show-off tommarow. He should go first, sense he got the gold." Mac said. We nodded, and than the boy leaned his head back, letting his exhausted body sleep.
"You auctually have honor, you english pig. You could have run over Mac and claimed the silver" JP hissed to me in French.
"I'm not so anxious for a medal of that ranking. Seems to me, mate, only a continental bastard woulda thought of running over a boy" I responded, looking deep into his Aryan eyes.
"I resent that" Jurgen said from across the bus. Jp and I looked at the older german man with surprise. Jurgen simply leaned back and stomped out his feet, stirring Mac. He settled down with a low rumble of "hnhnhnhnhnhnhn".
Finally, the bloody bus got off the road, and we were settled into the hotel. I walked off, figuring Mac would get off on his own. Noooo. The bloody brat. He'd fallen all asleep. The bus started to drive off. Just great. A yank in Japan. I ran after the bus and flagged it down. After I got on, I tried to wake Mac up. Nope. He was stone asleep. So I had to pick the git up, and walk off the bus with him. Good thing he was all nice and lightweight. Now, before you all get this image of the chiveroulous st. moby George jones of England, I'll have you know I dropped him in the nearest snowbank. Apparently, this didn't do anything. So after digging him out of the snow, I THAN proceeded to carry the teen to the hotel. Damn bus, going so far from it. After I got to the corner with the pool, I found that the pool was right out front. After aproaching it, Elise opened the door.
Wow.
Elise is a model, after all.
I walked in, still carying Mac. JP yelled something about me finally finding the perfect match. I woulda bit my thumb but, well, I was still holding Mac.
"I dropped the bloke in the snow to wake him up" I told them, maneuvering to the pool's lip.
"Good Job, Moby" Jurgen said from the hottub he was soaking in to relieve his tensed muscles from the race that day.
"Right. Well, the little bloke could survive frozen water. Lets see about lukewarm" I said, dropping the skater into the drink. I turned around, and a second later, a hand pulled me into the mix.
"WATCH YOUR BACK, JACK!" Mac half screamed, half caughed at me. I stood up, indignant. I vainly tried to brush some of the water off, a show more than anything.
"I'm not named Jack, Mac. Through if you wish to use such as my title, I shall go by Union" I said, wading towards the younger man.
"Union!?! What da hell you talking about, Jack" He said, advancing towards me in his water soaked sweatshirt.
"Exactly. My title shall be Jack. Union JACK!" I yelled, Slamming my hands flat against the water, creating a small wave that struck my young companion.
He half laughed, half roared a challenge, and tackled me in the water. My suit was pretty solid, and waterproof to boot, so I didn't mind going under, that much. We commenced to splashing each other quite profoundly. Jurgen laughed, his heavy voice echoing in the steamy room. Elise giggled, causing Mac's young hormone driven self to stop for a moment and stare. She almost noticed, but I saved him from being caught by dunking him beneath the water's surface. Honestly, I did it for his own good.
"Hey! You two stop that!" Kaori screeched loudly.
"Ah, 5 more minutes!" I said, before going under from Mac's pressure. I responded by tossing his light frame in the air, where he landed with a tidal wave of a smack.
"Its nice that you two are so happy with this, but please, save the foreplay for later. I don't believe that this country approves of such rascling displays of affection in public." JP said, swimming by.
Mac paused. I stopped.
"You know, Jean-Paul, one begins to think things when all a person does is talk about two males involved in invigorating activities" Hiro said, as he walked from the room's interior entrance towards the hot-tub.
"Er...Right. What he said." I seemingly mewed. Mac just flipped the Frenchman off.
"No, no mate. Not like that. In Europe, its all about this" I said, making a thumb's up at JP, than biting on my nail.
"No, no. For the piggly French" Jurgen said, begining to wade into the pool, "Its this" He motioned, clapping his left arm onto his right bicep, raising his right hand into a fist.
JP looked around at all of us, before hissing.
"Go to hell" He said. "Go to hell and burn" He repeated in French. He began to swim laps violently.
"Et, tu. Brute" I said, before stalking out of the pool. I towled off best I could, and stalked towards my room.