“No worries about that” said Scott, as Amy teased him about going off and wasting, “Its takes more then just swing it around to geeGAH!”<br/><br/>The fisherman hopped into the air slightly, as a wet towel smacked against his ass. It wasn’t so much that it hurt, although there was a red mark on the pale skin of his backside but the suddenness of it. He was starting to turn, to see who’d done it, when Miranda yelped from a second lash of the towel, her arm going to protect her exposed rear and releasing her breasts. Now there some a sight he enjoyed and he was smiling when he saw Wade with a coiled towel. He arched a disapproving eyebrow at her and wiggle a finger in the classic “bad girl/boy” manner but prove it to be mock anger as he couldn’t stop the chuckle from working it way out of his chest.<br/><br/>“You only did that” claimed Scott, as the line for the shots moved on, “Because you're not in on their bet yet!”<br/><br/>Laughing softly, he watched the medical professional have to stretch up on tiptoes, to get the hypo-spray to his neck. It stopped as the sharp but quick sting of the blast of air, pushing a dose of nanites his carotid artery. Rubbing his neck slightly, he stepped away, going to stand with his group of fellow recruits, a small bruise forming under his fingers.