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Fighting the Good Fight...
Who: Ash and Ginger
What: Definitely not kissing Legolas (Not that there's anything wrong with that)
When: Afternoon
Where: On the beach
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Complete

It was hot. That sort of sticky, nasty hot that you got during the middle of a football game with the guys. Not the nice kind of hot you got when a stripper was on your lap. In fact, it seemed like this whole damned place was relatively hot all of the time, now that the dark haired man with the jutting masculine chin thought about it. Beach resort. He would prefer a cabin in the mountains any day... or.... maybe not. No, that didn't really seem to work very well last time for him... though he'd learned his lesson. Next time shoot any tape player you see when going into a creepy ass cabin. Especially before someone decides it's a bright idea to hit the play button to see what it does.

"I guess though... all in all it's not exactly... so bad..." Ash said to himself as he lay out in a folding chair, watching the ocean. Covering him in shade was a rather large umbrella, which matched the color of the umbrella in his fancy drink. He wasn't sure exactly what it was, but it was fancy. He should know... he asked for it that way. Just like he'd asked for the rack of lamb, and the girlie magazines, though he had at least enough common sense to leave those back in his room. God only knew what princess airhead would do if she managed to catch him with one of those. 'Gasp, horror, what are you reading Ash?' He supposed though, it would make sense that she would be jealous... she had a thing for him.

But then, what girl didn't when you got right down to it? Ash was the complete package, and now that he'd showered and shaved he only looked the better, dressed in a bright flowery Hawaiian shirt with a pair of sunglasses on. Sure, he was in some sort of extra dimensional hell... but what was new about that? And this one at least had girly magazines... of course the last one had Shirly... Shelly.... whatever the hell her name was. But it also had that annoying bearded dude, and about a thousand people who thought the best things in life revolved around livestock... probably in more ways than he wanted to think about. It was almost enough to turn a man's stomach... almost.

Taking a sip of his drink he realized it was dangerously low, and snapped at a golem who happened to pass by. "Hey, you, Woody! Be a good... manservant, warden, thing... and top off my drink here, wouldja?" He watched as the golem lumbered up, took the drink and started to walk off. "Oh! And get me some more of those cookies, the ones with the weird filling in 'em... and... uhm... a musket ball that was shot in the revolutionary war... and embedded inside of a bible." Ash liked to ask for random things like that, just to see if the planet was willing to accomodate him. Kept this little world on it's toes, maybe taxed it a little, made it work to keep him here... he was doing his part... yeah.

"Sometimes fighting the good fight is hard..." Ash said with a lazy stretch and a yawn.