Re: Lake banks
He wasn't inspired by the ripples and splashes of the water as she birthed herself from it but Clyde hadn't picked inspiration on a whim. He could have done, he was feeling it (whim, not inspiration) and he thought the fiasco of a party a gas. Clyde was a free man, a freed man. He didn't give a shit about yesterday. Yesterday and the day before and the sprawling months and years before those were out of here. They were history.
She was trying for winsome. He got it, Clyde did, but she was no Bonnie. He didn't feel it but he got her vibe. She kicked water and he watched it go with a smile that was taking in the scene. And it was a scene, great set-up. Clyde didn't have a script and even if he had, it was doubtful if he'd stay on-book. His glass was champagne, not flirtation.
"No," he said honestly. And he went off-script. "You want to inspire laughter, stick around out here." He tipped his glass to her. "Find somebody to swim with." Vague gesture at the water. And with that Clyde headed back to the house.