Savannah grinned at him, as much for his offer as for the cavalier way in which he made it. "Deal." She would happily accept it as an invitation to hang out with CJ tonight. "But I so left my hooker boots at home." Her fingertip traced the back of his neck, making a gentle spiral as he carried them into the deep end of the pool. "So we'll just have to totally improvise or something, hm?"
It dawned on her suddenly that she had no idea what she wanted to wear that evening... Well, c'est la vie and all that, right? She'd figure something out before the party started...
"Which party are you going to be at?" the girl asked with a mischievous look. "I hope you aren't camera shy... Pictures are way over-due."