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[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill is downstairs after some breakfast. He sits down at the counter, and before he can even ask, Bar provides him with a loaded plate; eggs, bacon, sausage, hashbrowns, a short stack of pancakes, a cup of coffee and orange juice.

Bill grins at the offering, and is about to say thank you when a newspaper appears. Looking at the front page headline his smile falls.

Mardi Gras in Miami

It's not really the headline, but the part underneath that tells how the Saints defeated the Colts 31-17 in the Superbowl that's just killed his good mood.

Bill lifts the paper and shakes his head.

"Aw, c'mon, no. I didn't even know they were playin'."

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[justdidntseeit]

Her eyes fly open underwater, and she winces at the sting, immediately wishing she hadn't.

When she surfaces, she slicks back her hair and rakes water from her eyes and cheeks.

She spots Bill two heartbeats later and lunges after him, her body cutting through the water with swift, sharp grace.

Grinning to herself, her hand closes over his ankle and she tugs hard.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

He knows she's closing, but just as he's looking back to see how close she is, his ankle is snagged and with an undignified, "ULP!" he's stopped and pulled under.

There is splashing and spluttering as he tries to get himself righted.

[justdidntseeit]

She's laughing when he breaks the surface, and she slings an arm around his shoulders, treading in place with her free hand, her feet kicking in a slow, steady rhythm.

"Now we're even."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

He tenses when her arm goes around him, bracing for another attack.

When it doesn't come he starts to laugh, nodding and eager this time to call it even.

"Yeah, I'd say we are."