LZ Day 7 - Winners

You are in a good mood in the shower, but you were the only one to get interviewed. Normally you would not do this when your teammates are all naked, but you have to say something to them.

So you tell them that everyone did a good job, and you take a moment to praise Max individually for that save. She blushes, not just her face, but her whole body. That makes her embarrassed and she turns around. That is OK with you. She is cute from every angle.

Humming, you start your own shower. Elena and Lara come straight over to you, and with thoughts of Zarya in your head... you are not distracted by their beautiful, wet bodies right next to yours.

They are worried about Blue Team. What happened today... it won't work again. You will have to find a way to beat them for real.

They are right, but you can't have a strategy session in the shower... you will do that with Tiff, later.

"Riley, stop," Lara says, grabbing your hand. You were just shampooing your hair.

"What's wrong?" you ask, and something stings your eyes.

Elena takes the shampoo bottle out of your hand, and Lara tells you to close your eyes.

Confused, you let them rinse you off... then they lead you out into the locker room and make you look in the mirror.

Your hair! It's fucked up!

"What is this?" you demand, and Elena holds up your shampoo bottle. "Someone put dye in there? What the shit?"

Is it blue dye? Your hair is naturally VERY red, and some blue dye doesn't turn it blue, it just makes it look dark and streaky and horrible. This is very ugly!

Who the fuck? Is this Lotte? You are going to **** that bitch...

You were going to, you know... go see Zarya tonight. Maybe pay her back for what she did earlier. You were already thinking about what you could do that she would really like, but now you can't.

Luckily, Lara and Elena are awesome. They help you cover it up before any cameras see it, and then help you get a hair appointment in the city and sneak out of camp to get there, but your evening is gone now. You can't see Zarya tonight, all you can do is send texts telling her how much you wish you could.

You find yourself with dyed brown hair and a bad case of being super pissed off. Someone is fucking with you. Maybe tomorrow you can find out who.