good luck with that
Lee and Tyson had a bet that there was a snowflake's chance in hell of Tyson getting a picture of Tala's hair soaking wet.
The pool was high now, with the All Starz having joined in on the action, and Tyson had really begun to feel the pressure.
But how, oh how, to get a picture of Tala's head in its natural, un-sculpted state? He'd nearly gotten his arm ripped off the month prior by touching it (everyone was dying to know if the pointy edges could cut), when Tala'd whipped around and saw what he was doing. Furthermore, the Blitz Boys were wholly camera shy. They just kind of—disappeared… the moment Tyson pulled one out—so hosing Tala down in public was impossible.
But he'd broken into their hotel room… He had inside information (Ian could be bought) that Tala didn't lock the door while showering… Earlier, his arm had nearly been ripped off (again) when he'd "accidentally" poured his soda into Tala's lap… Tala hated being dirty… Tala was in the shower…
And Tyson stood outside the bathroom door, listening, one hand outstretched, the other clutching his camera, just about to act, when—
Behind him, Brian snarled.