“Maybe,” she sing-songed, arching her neck to give him more space for whatever wonderful thing he was doing.
She slid down, making sure to arch her back so that she rubbed against as much of him as possible, and gripped the side of the pool when he let go, using it as a support as she climbed the steps out of the water. Once out, she gave a mighty shiver and started rubbing at her skin, trying to wipe the water off. “I’m wet. I-oh,” she turned and came nose-to-collar to R’ger, who was close behind her in case of a fall. “Hi.” She smiled at him and turned again, padding towards the shelf of towels with one hand trailing along the wall. She managed to get one off of the pile, dumping the towel beneath it, and thrust it towards him. “You’re wet too.” She turned and bent at the waist to retrieve the other towel, sure that if she bent her knees she’d fall right on her forehead. “I don’t think I’m good at being drunk.”