[Nobody could really be this drunk--could they? Kenji is having a hard time maintaining his poker face, but it doesn't seem to matter anymore; none of them are really paying attention, anyway. And when James tears off down the beach, trailing clothing and drunken friends behind him, he gives up entirely and flops onto his back, laughing wildly. It's such a relief, after holding it in for so long.
Further up the beach, a few outraged feminine shrieks punctuate the night, marking the progress of the nude bandidoes, which just makes him laugh harder. It's a few minutes before he can speak again, and when he does, it's between gasps for air.]
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Further up the beach, a few outraged feminine shrieks punctuate the night, marking the progress of the nude bandidoes, which just makes him laugh harder. It's a few minutes before he can speak again, and when he does, it's between gasps for air.]
Oh man! That was fucking stellar!