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Michael comes through the door, a tired but relieved smile on his face.
It's been a few days since the end of the fighting in his world. He'd opened the door for Rachel and Suzi to return, but he'd felt he should remain a little longer.

The nearly empty bar surprises him, until he receives a note from Bar saying, Go look outside, with a cup of hot cider and an oversized beach towel, the right size for two or three people to sit on.

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"Is She giving you pointed notes, as well?" asks the albino man in white, holding up a beach towel and a pair of dark green swimtrunks.

"Yes, and far be it from me to argue with She Who Must Be Obeyed...or at least, She Who Has My Booze and Room Key. Is this some holiday I don't know about?"

"She Who Subtly Directs the Patrons While Pretending to Serve?" Yrael eyes the Bar, who sits in smug silence.

"It's the Lake Party. There is one every so often, usually when people start feeling like they have been cooped up too long. Someone magics the weather warm and sunny, the lake a... so-called desireable temperature for swimming, for those who enjoy such things, and there is food and drink, and a bonfire at night. It is quite nice, mostly."

Except... he was so foolish, promising to swim at the next Lake Party.

Maybe Rachel's forgotten all about it.

Hopefully.

Not likely, Yrael.

"It sounds inviting..." though he shakes his head, at the mention of swimming. "I can't swim, or not that well." And bare-chested for a male who's scarred is likely to be unsettling, in at least some situations.
He does ask Bar for a T-shirt and jeans, however, as he's dressed for winter
weather.

"How've you been otherwise, Yrael?" He remembers the last time they spoke, though he wouldn't be offended if the not!cat doesn't recall. It's been some time.

Yrael recalls... vaguely. No specifics. It has been some time.

"I have been well. I recently went with a friend to her world, and saw parts of Greece and Japan. The sushi in Japan is utterly delightful. Now I come home to find..." He grimaces slightly. "I have never been swimming by choice, before. I dislike the water, but I made a promise to Rachel that I would swim at the next Lake Party."

Of course, when he promised that, he was thinking there wouldn't be another one.

"I've only seen Earth once, and that was in Ray Stantz's New York. Sushi...that's raw fish?" Well, to each his own.

Michael laughs, though it's not a mocking sound. "If I can bear it, you can.
I should learn, really." A red t-shirt, with short sleeves, appears on the
counter. He takes a moment to switch from his black trenchcoat to that.

Yrael's still holding the swimtrunks like they may be carrying some annoying disease.

Swimmer's rear, or something like that.

"Yes. I once was taken to New York for a night to have sushi, also. It was better in Japan. Also, I was with a friend, and not someone who was trying to bribe me to get me to leave him alone." Yrael grins.

"You really should. You can ask Rachel to teach you to swim, and thus distract her while I conveniently disappear." Perfect plan!

"How easy do you think she is to distract?" Michael looks as if he's giving the idea some consideration. Possibly he's holding out for a bribe?
Or has already thought that Yrael might be in for a dunking, if lulled into complacency by a (seeming) accomplice beforehand.

Yrael doesn't give bribes. He takes them.

Dunking him could possibly be dangerous.

"Not very easy to distract, but it is doable, I believe. Would you be up to it?"

Michael smirks, but says, "We can find out. Why not simply tell her 'no'?"

Wince.

"...I promised I'd swim at the next Lake Party, expecting there not to be a next one..."

He doesn't make many promises, and he usually keeps the ones he does make.

But.

Water. Augh.

"You're afraid of water?" Michael represses a snicker. "It's not that bad."

Defensive, "I am not afraid of water. I just do not like it. It is wet."

"I prefer fire, myself," Michael agrees with a straight face. "Perhaps at your age, the learning would be too much. I wouldn't know."

Michael's straight face is given a flat look. "I know how to swim, Michael. I just do not want to."

Michael ponders various semi-Evil Ideas. He also keeps an eye out for a certain redhead, given that they're in a public place and hardly whispering.

"You'd rather argue with her all night than get wet for five minutes? Or bail on her?"

Yrael is true to form. "I'd rather avoid the issue entirely."

"Man, distractions are one thing, but you don't ask a Wraith for miracles!"
Michael just shakes his head, laughing. "You have either underestimated her or OVERestimated me, damn if I know which."

Yrael eyes the swimtrunks, and shrugs. "I imagine that we will find out, sooner or later."

"Bets on sooner." He grins wickedly.
"Last one outside has to buy the beer," and he sprints for the back door.

"Hey!" Yrael leaps after him, intending to catch Michael by the collar and get through the door first.

It'd be something he'd do.

Ack!
This is Michael's face after he falls on his ass. Wind knocked out of him.

"Get the beer while you're just sitting there," Yrael calls as he continues running for the door.

He sighs, smiles evilly, when Yrael's out of sight, and gets said beer before heading outdoors too.

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