"Shoot, all gone!" Deeta looked back and pretended to pout as the gun dropped and Peter doused himself in eau de balloon. She was making fun of him now, and it was hilarious. This had been a great idea, getting them outside for some fun. She loved the wild and really enjoyed games like this.
"My house has one hot water heater, and two showers. We'll have to share!" she said, meaning the obvious to her that she had her own bathroom. But that was not how it came out of her mouth.
She hadn't moved yet for the bucket but instead needed to get away, but the back of the yard had only one way out: through Peter. Tumbling into Peter then the ground, she was hot, head to toe, and wet. "Oh! Uh! Oof!" she was gasping again from the surprise of a ton of water. She turned her head when the other balloon hit her in the face on her cheek. Deeta was swinging wildly, her hand palmed something hard and she tried to grip. It was a water gun.