They raced into their motel suite. Marik slipped the "do not disturb" sign on the door and locked it. "Thank the gods we're back in the hotel."
"I itch everywhere." Bakura scratched his stomach to illustrate his point.
"Why do they make sex on the beach sound so fun? That wasn't fun. I have sand everywhere."
"Shit, we could have stayed in Egypt and fucked in the sand."
"I need a shower."
"Screw you, Marik, I'm taking the first shower."
"Like hell you are. This dumb trip was your idea."
"But having sex on the beach was your total genius at work."
"I have sand in between my scars."
"I have sand in my ass crack."
They glared at each other a moment and then broke into a fit of laughter. Marik grabbed Bakura by the hair and pulled him towards the shower. "You can help scrub my back."