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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[bywolves]

[ Royce watches him come closer, with that same grin. He doubts Alfie's just going to let it go. A beat, and then in a fluid sort of movement, Royce launches himself forward to grab the bottle, plug it with his finger, and then gracefully swim very far away from Alfie, out into the lake.

He's not a bad swimmer at all. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie starts laughing, maneuvering around to float on his back as he watches him go. He shouts after him:]

Like a fucking fish!

[bywolves]

[ Royce comes back up, treading water with an amused look. ]

Like a fucking fish. [ He agrees, calling back. ]

[devoutish]

Did you spill the wine?

[bywolves]

Did you just ask me if I spilled Montemorcey? What sort of heathen do you think I am? [ He's got just enough wine in him and just enough good spirits to joke around. ]

[devoutish]

You might decide to give the fish a taste.

[bywolves]

They would appreciate it about as much as you do.

[devoutish]

Ah, fuck off.

[He starts swimming out to Royce, much more slowly.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce stays where he is, though he doesn't drink much more. Drinking and swimming is a bad idea, to him. Even swimming is a bad idea, considering that he doesn't know what might be in the lake.

But he will just tread water lazily for a bit more. ]

[devoutish]

[Alfie reaches him, finally, and reaches out to cuff him on the shoulder.]

Hello.

[bywolves]

[ Royce grins a bit. ]

Hello. You got me out here. Congratulations.

[devoutish]

Just when I'd given up trying, yes. You're infuriating that way.

[bywolves]

[ He's a cat, really, it's in his nature. ]

Have to make you work for it. I'm not going to stay out here long.

[devoutish]

Yeah. We've got to dry off and watch our film.

[bywolves]

Think they'll have anything you recognize?

[devoutish]

Not if it can be played with a DVD player.

[He's not up to date on the possibility of movies being adapted for different formats.]

[bywolves]

You don't think there's some sort of magic that will let us watch movies you know on a DVD player?

[devoutish]

I don't know. I didn't think about that. If not, I've got no idea how to run a projector, but--

[bywolves]

I figured out the player. I can figure out a projector. [ Obviously, because those are so similar. Royce starts to lazily make his way back to shore. ]

[devoutish]

Look at your confidence.

[He follows, doggy-paddling.]

There's not likely to be one in there. They need a lot of space, and a very big screen.

[bywolves]

[ Royce makes a face at him. ]

Look at your negativity. [ What a role reversal. Royce is aware of it, and he's amused. ]

[devoutish]

Yeah, that's me.

[He splashes Royce's shoulder.]

[bywolves]

[ He grins, and then pulls himself up out of the water and to the shore proper, reaching up to wring his hair out. It's soaked, but whatever, it'll dry. It'll probably dry stupidly, too. ]

[devoutish]

Should've brought a comb for you. Toss me a towel?

[He stands, once he can, but stays hip-deep in the water.]

[bywolves]

[ Royce does toss him a towel, carefully. ]

Mm. I keep thinking about cutting it. [ Royce says absently, toweling his hair dry. ]