Aladdin had suggested we play volleyball, so now we're finishing up the last few touches of setting up. The only question is deciding teams. I glance over at Jamil who's laid back in a comfortable chair, ignoring reality.
"Jamil, you playing?" I call out.
"No," he replies bluntly. Running a tired hand through his hair as he lets out an exasperated sigh.
"(y/n) be on my team!" Aladdin exclaims, giving me a tight hug. Before I can respond though, a large hand lifts up the small boy and places him gently on the sand.
"No, (y/n)'s on my team," Morgin explains. Aladdin will have to team up with Alibaba.
"Whoever loses has to pay for dinner!" Alibaba shouts as he hits the volleyball. Starting out successfully those two are sure they're going to win.
"That's not fair," I shout, doing my best to hit the ball and of course succeeding. "Taking advantage of the team with a girl," I joke, rolling my eyes.
"We need team names!" Aladdin exclaims. We all send him an odd look before nodding in agreement.
"Ladies first," I exclaim, taking the chance to pick first. "Team (y/n) is super duper hot!"
With that Alibaba tripped, dropping the ball on his side. "What kind of name is that?"
"A good one," I reply.
Morgin nodded in agreement. "I think it's perfect," He added, sounding as dull as ever.
Alibaba's team settled for Team Churros. I guess they were hungry.
After the next serve Morgin starts to go all out. To Alibaba's disappointment, we're winning. "What was that? That's cheating!"
"It's not; it's just Morgin," I shrug, taking advantage of Morgin's speed and strength. I'm pretty happy with the turnouts for teams. "Maybe you should've thought before proposing a penalty for your loss."
The game ended when Alibaba's hit landed Jamil's face. Knocking the male awake, his nose had begun to bleed severely.
In the end it was Team Churros defeat, but we were all too busy laughing to care anymore. I joke that maybe it should've been the three of us against Morgin. The losing duo arguing for a rematch, we all headed to dinner.
I help Jamil take care of his bloody nose which he was reacting very dramatically to. Despite the votes for Taco Bell, Jamil insists we go to his favorite restaurant: Chick-Fil-A. I have to agree though considering his face had been damaged in our game of volleyball and he could be quite merciless when he didn't get his way. Alibaba would be paying so it didn't affect me much either way.
Aladdin only bought every flavor of every shake as he happily slurps them down. "You can't only eat sweets," Alibaba says, giving the boy a little nudge.
"You want him wasting more of your money," I reply. Shoving a bite of (something you would get at Chick-Fil-A) in my face.