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Waterparks all smelled the same. That sharp scent of chlorine and bodies everywhere. It didn't smell good, but Alaric liked it. He loved waterparks and had a lot of cool memories of them. Though he had never been to this one before.

"This is going to be fucking legendary Gabe! Legend. Ary." Alaric shoved his pants into the locker, wearing a pair of dark purple, red and black Host shorts. Special made to go with his Midnight Elf shirt. Just because he was swimming didn't mean he couldn't look badass.

"Hey! Dude! I just realized the tattoo matches my sweet swimwear." The tattoos were still so new they were covered in a special waterproof, clear plastic cover so they could go swimming. On his right wrist was the Host symbol from Wow, on his left was the guild symbol for Teh Bamf Corps, the guild he and Gabe ran and played with.

They had been on a long, hard mission, uncovering an underground movement that was supposedly connected with the Gospels. They hadn't been able to find anything that lead back to the Citadel, but there had been a lot of resistance. Alaric had some burns healing along his left leg and a bullet had grazed his upper arm.

But after kicking ass and taking names, the two of them had gotten permission to stay in Aurora a few days to recover. So being the awesome people they were, Alaric and Gabe got matching tattoos and were now in the middle of on of the largest waterparks ever built.

"Think we can cut in line cause we're Pilots? There have to be rules for that, right?"

Rhi-Rhi:
"If those trunks go missing, it wasn't me," Gabriel said, slamming his locker shut with a clang. "Just sayin'. Those are so freakin' sweet. You look so badass right now, you have no idea."

Next to Alaric, he felt under-dressed. And not just because he wasn't wearing a shirt. His own shorts, a tropical pattern done up in neons, looked dull and unexciting next to freakin' custom Host gear! Now he just felt inadequate and kind of emasculated.

But at least he had his awesome new WoW tattoos! And they totally made up for the drunken star tattoos just left of his navel, and it felt neat to finally get something like that done. Alaric was his best friend, his brother from another mother and platonic soul mate and now, in a way, they were ink and blood brothers, too. Well, alright, blood brothers several times over considering the number of missions they'd gone on together, but still!

Walking over to Alaric, a little stiff from their mission, he took a deep breath and inhaled all the weird chemical pool smells. Ahh, it had way too long since the last time he'd been here and it always brought back memories of childhood.

Blinking at Alaric's question, Gabriel motioned to Alaric's injuries as well as his own: a healing cut on his temple from some rubble that had hit him and several angry bruises on his body from the same incident. "Pffft, are you kidding? We can totally cut. Pilots! We earned this!" he said, then held his fist out for a fit-bump. "So yeah! Let's do this thing! We should start with the biggest one!"

Anonymous:
"If they go missing, I will make a new pair from your hide." Alaric grinned, feeling kind of cool that Gabe loved his outfit so much. He always felt a little awkward in swimwear as it showed more skin than he normally did and once he got wet, well, it clung. And he couldn't do much to hide his breasts. With his long hair, people used to just call him a she and that worked. But the shirt hair made him look more masculine and there was a distinct lack of a package in his shorts.

But he was not going to let that ruin his day. He had Gabe and he was a Pilot and had faced worse things that this. Just not many.

Pounding Gabe's fist, Alaric laughed and headed out of the dressing room and into the bright light of the water park, "Hell yeah. Let's go! I hear it's 4 stories high dude. 4 whole stories. This will be the greatest day ever."

Rhi-Rhi:
"Seriously? That's freakin' epic."

Following after Alaric, he squinted into the light and peered around. "Think it's that one?" he asked, pointing to where one slide towered above the others at an ominous nearly ninety-degree angle. "The tower of wet and death?"

Anonymous:
"No Gabe. I think it's the other giant water slide tower." Alaric laughed, amused at his friend. There weren't many tall buildings around, so Gabe's question was rather silly.

Making their way through the crowds was pretty easy. Most people got out of the way of the well muscled 6'5" male(-ish) alien and it wasn't like Gabe could lose him in the crowd. Arriving at the slide, Alaric checked out the line. A signboard above it announced a 60 minute wait to go down it.

But that only applied to normal people. Pushing his way through the line, Alaric kept up a steady stream of, "Excuse me, Pilot coming through. Official buisness, important stuff, Excuse me, Pilot Echo here."

Once at the top, he beamed at the really startled looking attendant, cut in front of the teenage boy at the front of the line, "Don't worry. Official...uh...sli de inspection."

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