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- ➢ Bec rolled her eyes at the Russian. "Oh come on, you can't take a little mockery?" She grinned, "We're going to be around each other a long while, may as well try and get along" she said shooting him a faux serious look. If Vlad didn't want to be messed with, he shouldn't react so well. When you thought about it, it was really all his own doing. Becca laughed at herself, having a surprising amount of fun with Vlad, even if she was her own source of fun. Just as she relaxed a little, the absolute bane of her existence, Dylan Rosales waltzed down to the beach. She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. "You know Vlad, if you hate me, he's a thousand times worse," she informed him around a mouthful of burger. "He's just so... arrogant!" She declared, frustration at the Hispanic prince boiling before they even spoke to one another.
