Countinuing from the epic pool scence:Dima+Dash.

Dima got out of the pool,he didnt bother to use the steps. He probbely didnt even notice them anyway. Because his mind was currently on two things.
The coke and what had just happened between them.
Why did he have to ask if she wanted a coke?,he was going to kiss her back then.

Fuck me,I confuse myself sometimes.

He thought to himself as he stood up and waited for a moment as the water flowed off his body, hitting the tiles beneath him. Dima cracked his knuckles, the sound feeling familer and good. His next move was to order the cokes for himself and his...friend.
"Of course I want Dash to be my-"He was going to say what just entered his head but the thought of having something more than a friend was alien to his nature. He probbeley had a crush on the girl,nothing more.

So nothing to do when you saved her from those soliders?,or when you happily let her buy as many clothes as she wanted without compliant.

"Shut up".Dima slapped himself and the thought was had basically put up a mental shield,the ability to concentrate and not be distracted easily.
Now the thought came back,but it was like somone knocking on reinforced steel,he wouldnt hear it..ever again.

The sargent then remembered what he had got up for:The drinks.
As a man and with the sexual hormones that a 19year old would get. The beautiful woman that were lying around on the sunbeds caught his attention for a few moments until he began to realise.
"Dash looks better than them in everyway".He said to himself,remember how gorgeous and beauftiul Dash was she was far-

Shut up,and get on with the drinks.

Dimas mental side kicked in and stopped him from thinking suggestive thoughts about her. Moving and walking the ex-Spetsnaz saw the poolside bar that you could buy food and drinks from,maybe rent a sunbed and a tent. Maybe when het got back with the drinks he should ask her.

No,get the drinks. Drink them and go home.

He ejected that thought aswell. Sitting down on one of the stools that surrouned the bar and letting his feet decided to listen in to a few things.
What was going on television:

"Recent surveys show 3 out of 10 men have a problem with premature ejaculation. The rest just didn't really think it was a problem!"
"And panel of men try to stave off premature ejaculation...YES,its "just a minute!" ".

Dima wasnt too keen on premature ejaculation so he decided to order the cokes.
"Hey".Noticing a waiter looking at him.
"Two cokes please,large ones".Dima replied and paid the money.
So.
In order to keep himself listened to other peoples convosations.
"Oh no,we rarley get injuries from anybody playing golf...,you were just unlucky enough to be sunbathing with a errection".

"Thats got to hurt".Dima smirked and noticed the two full glasses of coke sitting next to him. They felt cool and cold compared to the hot weather that was making him sweat. As he got up and turned around. Something unexpected happened that almost made him drop the drinks.
Dash was being groped by a white men and a black one,and she wasnt enjoying it.

The Russian felt a little bit of rage inside and prepared to knock out the offenders...

Dash:

She watched him ask her for a said yes.
She watched him leave calmly,like nothing had happened.
She watched him slap himself for no reason.

She was breaking up inside.

She would have kissed him there and then. But he ovbiously didnt want to.
She bit her lip and tried to smile,but nothing would come out. Dash remembered that small look in his eye. It was pain,suffering and a little bit,a tiny bit,a almost undectable amount of feeling.

"What is wrong with you...and me?".Dash covered one eye with a large portion of her hair. The rainbow colour was enough to hide what she was thinking.
Was something wrong with the both of them?.
A little tear went out. She liked the man,no.
She didnt like him.
She lo-

"Hey baby,looks like you could use some...stimulation". A male voice said from behind her. She turned round to look at him,only to have a black hand touch her on the back.
The hand then ran over and touched a breast.
"Hey what gives?".Dash tried to shout but instead,she just said it softly.

No response. The two jokers grinned to each other and the look in thier eyes was a response.
"Shes a fiesty one".

They managed to get as far as taking the bikini-bra off before a fist collided with the first ones faces.
A giant kick then smashed into the second ones face and giving the guy a nosebleed.
Dima
had
arrived
and
he
didnt
look
too
happy.