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Twisted

"For God sakes, Xiaoyu spin the damn thing already!" Hwaorang yelled.

He, Julia and Jin were hunched over the Twister matt arms and legs going in every direction. Hwaorang was pissed; his back was hurting from the strain of staying in one position for too long, and he had a feeling that if he didn't move soon he was gonna toss his cookies everywhere. All thanks to the three beers I just had to have, Hwaorang inwardly chastised himself.

Hwaorang glanced up and grimaced, Jin's ass was right in his face. Argh! How the Hell did I wind up in this position? He thought for a minute, Oh yeah now I remember, it was all because of me and my pathetic need to prove how macho I am.


"Come on Xiaoyu! Two out of three, please!" Hwaorang whined

Xiaoyu, Julia, Jin, and Hwaorang were all sitting in a booth at Chili's. Julia and Xiaoyu were sitting on one side while the guys sat on the other. Jin was facing Julia and Hwaorang was seated in front Xiaoyu.

"No." Xiaoyu stated.

"Why not?" Hwaorang asked.

"Because, I've beaten you twice already and if you want to preserve any shred of dignity you left you'll quit challenging me to a game you're obviously not good at." Xiaoyu smirked. Hwaorang only glared at her in response. Xiaoyu shifted in her seat and turned to Julia.

"So, Jules how's your research commin along?"

"Oh, um I haven't made any real progress yet, but I have a feeling I'm getting somewhere." The girls began to chat about clothes, makeup and other insignificant things.

Hwaorang rolled his eyes, and turned his gaze over to Jin. Jin had his eyes locked onto Julia, watching her every move, his mouth was slightly open. Hwaorang grinned and leaned over to Jin so that he was whispering in his ear.

"Fashion tip Kazama: Mouth looks better closed." As if his words were magical, Jin snapped out of his trance.

"Shut up." He growled

"Did I hit a nerve?" Hwaorang asked innocently.

Jin glared at him and said under his breath, "Listen very carefully; I know we both decided to set our differences aside for the time being. But if you continue to be an annoying dumbass, then I'm gonna have to reconsider our little pact."

Hwaorang only smiled he knew exactly how to push Jin Kazama's buttons. He turned back to the girls.

"So, Xiaoyu--Hwaorang began—"What do you say to another round of arm wrestle?"

Xiaoyu sighed and turned back to him, "If I play again, will you leave me alone?"

"Certainly."

"Ok, but since this is the last time we'll be playing this game lets make it a little more exciting."

"What do you have in mind?"

Xiaoyu was silent for a while, then she said, "I've got an idea, if I win you have to play Twister when we get back to the hotel room…"

Hwaorang started to laugh, "That's your idea of making the game more interesting?"

"No, you didn't let me finish, if I win you have to play Twister, but so does Jin and Julia. So when you lose you'll be taking them down with you." Xiaoyu smiled at all of them

"What!" Julia and Jin exclaimed in unison.

Hwaorang mimicked Xiaoyu's smile, "Don't worry guys I got this one in the bag." Jin snorted at his comment.

"But if I win—Hwaorang began--"you have to massage my poor aching feet."

And for a little added emphasis Hwaorang swung his leg out from under the table and placed his boot on top of it. Xiaoyu stared at the mud covered shoe in horror.

Hwaorang smirked, "You ready?"


A/N: So, what do you think? Should I continue?