The Pool, Thursday Night

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Andrew had heard that there was a pool in the basement, but, not being much of a swimmer, he had never really been to see it. So armed with a towel, some water wings, and a big pink styrofoam noodle, he embarked on a quest.

It was a short quest, as the way to the pool was pretty clearly marked, and he was pleasantly surprised to find the water warm upon dipping his toe into it.

Floating there was nice. He could almost convince himself it didn't feel like like the weight of the world was pressing firmly down on his shoulders. Plus, when he slapped his palms down on the water, it made a really cool plunking sound.

[ooc: the pool is open!]

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[withoutverona]

A blush. Well, his agreement with Brooke most definitely did not preclude flirting, and so he splashed along the pool walls so he was closer to Triela. "So what fate brings you from the heavens to grace us with your presence?"

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Just looking around," she grinned brightly. "What about yourself?"

[withoutverona]

"I suppose much the same," Romeo said. "I stumbled, and here I landed. But I am pleased I found it, as the water is warm. Art thou coming in?"

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Um..." she eyed the water. "I don't swim so well."

[withoutverona]

"This end is shallow," Romeo indicated, still smiling at the girl. "Or, you could at least dip in your toes, which requires no swimming at all."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"But it would mean taking off my boots and socks," she countered, but not as if she minded.

[withoutverona]

"But they would go back on, unless your feet would swell like sponges from the water."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Not that I've ever noticed," she laughed as she sat down and began unbuckling her boots.

[withoutverona]

"Then happy are you," Romeo told her. "I have forgot my manners, I'm called Romeo."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"I'm Triela," she smiled as she finished peeling off her boots and pulled off her socks. "Where are you from, Romeo?"

[withoutverona]

"Verona Beach, in California," Romeo answered, treading water. "And you?"

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"I live in Rome, Italy. I guess that's home." She set her boots and socks carefully aside and let her feet slip into the water.

[withoutverona]

"You guess?" Romeo asked. 'If your heart is not there, it is not your home."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Well, the girls are there. So I guess that's where my heart is?" Which was true, really.

[withoutverona]

"It sounds so," Romeo agreed. "What girls?"

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"The other girls at the Agency," she explained. "They're sort of my sisters."