Ashlynn and Drover
Ashlynn: She hovers on the outskirts of the large group of people, looking around eagerly for Drover in a purple tankini.
Peter: He waves towards her wearing a pair of green swim shorts.
Ashlynn: She waves back and walks towards him with a small smile. How are you, Peter?
Peter: Oh not much. A big party huh? Have you seen dad around?
Ashlynn: Yeah, it's pretty huge! Um, I think I saw him somewhere in that direction. She points over her shoulder in the general direction she believes him to be in.
Peter: Okay cool, see you later. Disappears into the crowd.
Drover: He wraps his arms around her from behind. Boo.
Ashlynn: She blushes and smiles happily, turning her head to briefly kiss him. I was wondering when you'd show up.
Drover: He blushes. Sorry, were you waiting long? He kisses her cheek.
Ashlynn: No, I don't think it was really that long... Any time spent without you does seem like an eternity though. She blushes more and smiles sheepishly.
Drover: He smiles. Same here. I'm grateful for everyday you're my girlfriend.
Ashlynn: She kisses his nose. You're adorable.
Drover: He blushes. Thanks, and you're beautiful.
Ashlynn: She blushes also and looks around before looking back at him with a small smile. Are you enjoying the party?
Drover: He nods. Yeah, but crowds aren't really my thing.
Ashlynn: She nods and grabs his hand. I know what you mean.
Drover: Seen anybody we know?
Ashlynn: She thoughtfully rests her head on his shoulder and smiles. I saw Peter earlier.
Drover: Okay. His heart beats faster as he can feel her soft hair against his skin. S-so, do you k-know how to swim?
Ashlynn: She notices the tremor in his voice and shows him a small, timid smile. I know how to tread water and everything. Basically, I know enough but I've never taken formal lessons...
Drover: He smiles. I know a little more than just treading water, would you like a lesson?
Ashlynn: She nods enthusiastically. Yes! That would be very helpful.
Drover: How about we start with a back stroke. He lies on his back and begins back stroking.
Ashlynn: She attempts to copy his movements, her eyebrows furrowing adorably in concentration.
Drover: He smiles at her aborable expression. You're doing well. He encourages
Ashlynn: She beams in pleasant surprise. Really?
Drover: Yeah, just be sure to be relaxed and to keep your arms straight.
Wren and Ambrose
Wren: She walks closer to the pool, smiling at a few people in the crowd, wearing a red sundress over an orange striped bikini.
Ambrose: Ambrose smiles when he sees her and walks over to greet her in a pair of black shorts and a tight black t-shirt which show off his lightly muscular frame. Hello Wren.
Wren: Ambrose! She grins and throws her arms around him happily.
Ambrose: He laughs and spins around with her. Hows my beautiful Wren? Still kind and sweet?
Wren: She blushes and kisses his cheek. I'm pretty sure you're the sweet one.
Ambrose: Oh, please. You are definitely sweeter. He kisses her. Mmmmmm, yeah, definitely sweeter.
Wren: She giggles and looks up at him adoringly. If you say so.
Ambrose: So since we're at a pool party...want to go for a swim?
Wren: Of course! She grins and enthusiastically pulls her sundress over her head.
Ambrose: He lifts her up bridal style and jumps into the pool with her.
Wren: She surfaces laughing and pushes her wet hair out of her face.
Ambrose: He laughs and stares at her with water dripping out of her hair.
Wren: She swims next to him and smiles. Well, that was fun.
Ambrose: He nods and splashes her.
Wren: She squeals in surprise and splashes him back quickly.
Ambrose: He laughs until she splashes him back then he puts on a serious face. This is war. He jumps towards her.
Wren: Her eyes widen and she scrambles to get away, laughing.
Ambrose: wraps his arms around her and holds her tight against his chest. Now i've got you! You're now my prisoner! he makes an evil laugh
Wren: She widens her eyes in mock horror. No! Never!
Ambrose: He evily laughs again Now as my prisoner you shall ravish me with passion!
Wren: She brings her face closer to his, raising an eyebrow teasingly. Oh really? I shall?
Ambrose: He turns as red as an apple. Um...
Wren: She sees him blush and laughs lightheartedly.
Ambrose: He tries to think of something else to do or say. Lets go make a pizza!
Wren: She grins. Sure! That sounds great to me!
Ambrose: He carries her out of the pool and sets her down. How about your room?