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Isla and Jules walked around the pool area in Miami. Jules had been upset when she found out Isla had "abducted" her for a Spring Break trip before they arrived in Steel City to start their next chapter, but had mellowed out thanks to the poolside bar and a rather large fruity drink with an umbrella.

"I'm glad you're starting to lighten up Jules, this is a vacation! Enjoy the sun and warm weather...you need some fun!"

"It's just, we could've left a couple of days sooner from England and then we would have had time to..."

"Jules, not everything has to be planned out. Just enjoy the ride and don't always overanalyze everything"

The sound of an MC at a party near the resort caught Isla's attention.

"Ladies, 10 more minutes to register before we start the Miss Miami Beach Bikini Contest!"

Isla's eyes went wide and she looked at Jules like a puppy dog wanting a treat.

"Jules! A bikini contest! Can I go? Please, please, please?!"

*sigh* "You promise not to make a spectacle? We need to keep a low profile, you know."

"I promise, cross my heart!" Isla replied with a smile as she made a crossing motion across her chest."

"Ok, just be back in time for our dinner reservations...and don't bring the trophy to the restaurant..."

"Ok, love you, byeeee" Isla yelled as she ran towards the contest area.

Jules rolled her eyes and smiled as she tilted her large hat down and stretched her frame on the lounge chair. She nearly drifted off when the strong stench of beer and a large shadow eclipsed the afternoon sun.

"Hey babe!"

Nonplussed, Jules looked up at the man.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, no way...a British chick!"

*sigh* "Can I help you?"

"What's a fine babe like you laying around by yourself?"

"Enjoying peace and quiet...which you interrupted..."

"It's Spring Break Duchess, quiet is for libraries...let me show you where the action is!"

The man grabbed Jules by the wrist and forced her up to her feet. Jules' grabbed him by his other hand and applied pressure to the joints in his middle two fingers, causing him to release his grip on her.

"You bitch!" he exclaimed, swinging his fist towards her. Easily evading his attack, Jules swiftly grabbed him and applied a hammerlock.

"Now, now..." she replied cooley. "There's a few ways this can go...one, I dislocate your shoulder...two, I break your arm...or three, I let you go."

"Aaaahhh!" he replied, pain etched on his face.

"I don't appreciate how you spoke to me...and, some advice, no woman would...so, let me ask you a question while I have your undivided attention...have you ever seen an angry redhead?"

"What?!"

Jules applied some more pressure, causing him even more pain.

"Have you seen an angry redhead?"

"No!"

"Consider yourself fortunate, that's not a sight you want to be on the receiving end of...so here's the deal. You can apologize...sincerely apologize...and I'll let you and your friend Bud Weiser go to enjoy the rest of your vacation with two working arms. Or, you can continue this meathead chirade and not only will you feel my wrath, I'll inform my lady friend of your transgressions...she's a pretty easy going person but she has a temper...and she will hit you so hard you'll end up on the other side of the resort...and that's not hyperbole..."

"So what's your choice?"

"I'm sorry!" he yelled.

"I'm not convinced" she replied, adding even more pressure.

The man started to wimper and replied with tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry...I'm really, really sorry."

"Good boy...now, since your breathe smells like a brewery I imagine you've been drinking for most of the day. So you should get some hydration."

Jules proceeded to shove the man into the pool. As he flailed around, she threw him a life preserver before returning to her lounge chair.

"Isla was right...I needed some fun..."

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So all the teasing throughout the week and here's the payoff. Hope it was worth the wait.

Artwork by PGandara

Isla/Spitfire and Jules/Harrier property of brad328

Description
Isla and Jules walked around the pool area in Miami. Jules had been upset when she found out Isla had "abducted" her for a Spring Break trip before they arrived in Steel City to start their next chapter, but had mellowed out thanks to the poolside bar and a rather large fruity drink with an umbrella.

"I'm glad you're starting to lighten up Jules, this is a vacation! Enjoy the sun and warm weather...you need some fun!"

"It's just, we could've left a couple of days sooner from England and then we would have had time to..."

"Jules, not everything has to be planned out. Just enjoy the ride and don't always overanalyze everything"

The sound of an MC at a party near the resort caught Isla's attention.

"Ladies, 10 more minutes to register before we start the Miss Miami Beach Bikini Contest!"

Isla's eyes went wide and she looked at Jules like a puppy dog wanting a treat.

"Jules! A bikini contest! Can I go? Please, please, please?!"

*sigh* "You promise not to make a spectacle? We need to keep a low profile, you know."

"I promise, cross my heart!" Isla replied with a smile as she made a crossing motion across her chest."

"Ok, just be back in time for our dinner reservations...and don't bring the trophy to the restaurant..."

"Ok, love you, byeeee" Isla yelled as she ran towards the contest area.

Jules rolled her eyes and smiled as she tilted her large hat down and stretched her frame on the lounge chair. She nearly drifted off when the strong stench of beer and a large shadow eclipsed the afternoon sun.

"Hey babe!"

Nonplussed, Jules looked up at the man.

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, no way...a British chick!"

*sigh* "Can I help you?"

"What's a fine babe like you laying around by yourself?"

"Enjoying peace and quiet...which you interrupted..."

"It's Spring Break Duchess, quiet is for libraries...let me show you where the action is!"

The man grabbed Jules by the wrist and forced her up to her feet. Jules' grabbed him by his other hand and applied pressure to the joints in his middle two fingers, causing him to release his grip on her.

"You bitch!" he exclaimed, swinging his fist towards her. Easily evading his attack, Jules swiftly grabbed him and applied a hammerlock.

"Now, now..." she replied cooley. "There's a few ways this can go...one, I dislocate your shoulder...two, I break your arm...or three, I let you go."

"Aaaahhh!" he replied, pain etched on his face.

"I don't appreciate how you spoke to me...and, some advice, no woman would...so, let me ask you a question while I have your undivided attention...have you ever seen an angry redhead?"

"What?!"

Jules applied some more pressure, causing him even more pain.

"Have you seen an angry redhead?"

"No!"

"Consider yourself fortunate, that's not a sight you want to be on the receiving end of...so here's the deal. You can apologize...sincerely apologize...and I'll let you and your friend Bud Weiser go to enjoy the rest of your vacation with two working arms. Or, you can continue this meathead chirade and not only will you feel my wrath, I'll inform my lady friend of your transgressions...she's a pretty easy going person but she has a temper...and she will hit you so hard you'll end up on the other side of the resort...and that's not hyperbole..."

"So what's your choice?"

"I'm sorry!" he yelled.

"I'm not convinced" she replied, adding even more pressure.

The man started to wimper and replied with tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry...I'm really, really sorry."

"Good boy...now, since your breathe smells like a brewery I imagine you've been drinking for most of the day. So you should get some hydration."

Jules proceeded to shove the man into the pool. As he flailed around, she threw him a life preserver before returning to her lounge chair.

"Isla was right...I needed some fun..."

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So all the teasing throughout the week and here's the payoff. Hope it was worth the wait.

Artwork by PGandara

Isla/Spitfire and Jules/Harrier property of brad328