Diving Hole: Jack, Cressida, & Micah
Damn, but the water was cold. Even the warmth of bear-built insulation in his blood and skin did not keep out the worst of it the longer they stayed in the water. But a bet was a bet, and Kaden wasn't about to go down without a fight.
He realized that he was probably not being a very good example, having been barking at students who didn't take breaks in between and harping about the dangers of hypothermia while fielding glares from Mr. Pheres, and yet here he was, wading frigid water in nothing but his swim trunks, and facing down a Banshee who had the most arrogant expression on his face.
No, Kaden wouldn't back down, and he wouldn't give in. At this rate, he knew they'd probably have to end up pulling him out of the water because he wouldn't have the motor-function to do it himself if he stayed in much longer.
Teeth chattering, he addressed Jack. "Balmy. Just need a margarita and it'd be beachy out here."