Because he hadn't managed to get drunk enough last night, CJ had actually been up by 10:30 a.m. and feeling pretty damn restless. Though it was dreary out, CJ found dreary comforting in a way. Like the gray cloak of mist somehow wrapped itself around him in a shield. Of course, he didn't need a shield. Not from anything. Whatever. That was the word he often muttered either out loud or just in his mind.
So he'd left his room at 11 and gone to the gym to work out. His workout consisted entirely of lifting weights for an hour. Running five miles to nowhere on a belt that whirred beneath his feet wasn't his idea of a good time and if it didn't feel good, he didn't do it. Unless of course he needed something to feel bad but that was entirely different kind of bad and served and entirely different purpose. Obviously. The movie Fight Club came to mind. That was the kind of bad CJ could get down with. The kind that came with a good that wasn't entirely explainable.
He left the weight room and sidled on out to the pool, not immediately taking notice of the bikini clad woman on the lounge chair. Odd. Most likely this was due to the fact that he did not expect to see anyone out soaking up the gray. Typically those lounge chairs were reserved for the sun even if the gray felt kind nice in it's own way. But as he moved closer to the occupied chair, his gaze caught sight of perfectly tanned, slender legs and his eyes slowly drifted up to discover that they belonged to Savannah. Of course, he probably should have recognized them. She wasn't paying any attention to him. This presented an opportunity.
CJ balanced at the edge of the pool and, instead of doing the dive he would have normally done, he jumped and curled his body into a tight ball. When he hit the water, he knew he would make a splash big enough to rain down over the unsuspecting Savannah.