Honestly, even Vivian hadn't expected for this supposed 'date' to turn out like this. Was she upset about it? No, not really. Because, yes, seeing who could throw sand at each other the hardest was a hell of a lot more fun than chowing down on some stupid dessert, still glaring daggers at each other.

Initially, she'd been glowering at Asta for otherwise 'betraying' her, as the larvitar was being all buddy buddy with 'the enemy'. But, eventually, she became focused solely on beating the man by herself. He'd be tasting sand for days if she had her way. The eyes of the crowd that once bothered and annoyed her were like a distant memory. Her focus on beating him into submission had, more or less, turned into seeing how much sand she could throw at him...As much as it pained her to even admit to it - she was actually enjoying herself.

This reminded her of home - of where she met half of her friends via beating the crap out of each other first. Granted, this was a lot less painful than throwing actual punches at each other, but, it did stir the same feelings - feelings she...actually didn't mind, for once. And, as much as she wanted to feel the same anger she typical felt for the man - as well as everyone else - this whole situation was making it...difficult to. After all, how the hell was she supposed to stay angry while having sand caked on her cheeks sticking to her hair?

And so, for once, the girl just...allowed herself to enjoy the moment. No angry screams - no serious threats, no desire to prove her superiority to anything that breathed. The idea of taking this seriously or trying to keep whatever dignity she had was gone in favor of just relishing in this moment.

"Oi - shut up! You're the one covered in more sand, dumbass!" She taunted back, voice even lacking its usual bite, even as they rolled onto the wet sand. She snickered slightly as wet sand splattered across her face and neck - to which she retaliated with trying to shove the dampened sand down his shirt. "Here - have some!" This whole thing was so stupid...but why was it actually fun? She couldn't even bring herself to get pissed off whenever sand would dump onto her head or a ball of wet sand would hit her smack dab in the forehead. Her insults and taunts were often accompanied by an amused snicker - sometimes even a little laugh, as she'd throw herself at the man and attempt to wrestle with him. They'd roll back and forth, with Vivian scooping up sand and trying to smear it onto the man's face, laughing all the while. And...it was an actual laugh too - void of her usual ridicule or harshness.

As they briefly paused, both too out of breath to continue their wrestling and rolling about, Vivian couldn't help but smile - even if she had no idea that she was doing so. It looked odd on her face - it made her look...well, happy for once, her eyes gently closed in sheer delight as she laughed. She was positive that later, when she sat and reflected on the day, she'd feel like an utter idiot for revealing so much of herself to him of all people. Bu right now, in this very moment, she was...happy. She was having fun - and it showed quite clearly on her face.

From where she settled atop him, she...didn't even notice the wave. No - she was too busy laughing, in all honesty. And so, when the warm waters suddenly engulfed them both, she couldn't help but cling onto the man beneath her, probably out of actual shock. Her grip on his shoulders tightened as she lowered herself to him - maybe in some sort of fear that she'd get swept away if she didn't. The water dragged at them briefly, forcing them to press close to one another due to the weight of the water before receding, ridding them of their sand caked forms, but, positively soaking them both. Thankfully, they hadn't been swept out to sea or anything, but, it did make Vivian realize just what the hell was going on, as she took in the scene before her, as though woken from a trance.

But...honestly, she didn't even care. Not right now, at least.

As the wave receded, she still sat atop him, but, thankfully, peeled herself off from being so close to him. She leaned over him with a victorious smile, wet droplets from her now sleek hair dripping onto his face. A hand that had been settled near head lifted, prodding him in the forehead in a gentle manner unfitting of the usually rough female. "Heh...I won!" She soon declared - as pompous as always. But, it was such a silly declaration - one that was full of light playfulness rather than her typical smugness. She made no attempt to rise off of him either - not just yet, anyway. Her violet gaze bore into his emerald one - although, for once, not in a glower nor look of anger. "Admit it!"