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After a most enlightening workout with Marisol and Cas, the songstress had lightly suggested they change into something more comfortable and clean up - as she, for one, would not want Marisol to have to get back into her dirty clothes after the dip in the lake. Was she thoughtful? Perhaps. Perhaps she was just languishing in the bonds being created and seeing if the time spent away from the adrenaline of battle changed anything.

To her greatest pleasure and surprise, she still felt buoyant with the possibilities the rest of the day could hold in store for them. Rose put her hair in a loose braid, choosing a cream dress that was longer in the back, not enough to drag but to frame her long legs. It wasn't until she was deciding on jewelry that she realized she was treating the whole thing like some sort of date. The idea was almost startling, gazing at herself in the mirror, a pearl drop earring dangling from her fingers. How...interesting.

Settling on her earrings and a simple, thin gold chain necklace, she gathered a sheer shawl (just in case she actually did miss a note and had to strip - wearing one piece made that less of a game!) and a large, fluffy towel, folding them both over her forearm and making her way to the lake. It was a beautiful warm day, and though she didn't expect to get wet herself, she was looking out for Marisol. Just in case.

There were beads of sweat pooling and trailing down her body when she got back to her room. Despite the heat and thinness of breath--she may have began to jog away, excitement thrumming with each beat of her heart--there was no fear or second thoughts on what she would be doing. If anything, it amused her, and she laugh softly to herself before checking that the bathroom was free.

It was a short shower seeing as she would be wet again, sooner rather than later. She considered her wardrobe for perhaps longer than was sensible. There was really no need to care that much when it'd be discarded. And yet, she lingered. Fingers caressing over the clothes that she'd brought with her.

What felt like hours but was really only a couple of minutes as she slid into a bikini--hey, if she was taking it off, she might as well add to the show--and pulled a nice pair of white bootcut jeans up to settle on her hips. A bright red flowy tank top with faux buttons was pulled over her head before she pulled her hair up into a bun. She wouldn't want to be accused of hiding the view, after all.

She arrived on the beach shortly after Rose but before Cas and slipped her sandals off on the towel she'd brought with her. A niggling thought had blossomed as she'd made her way to the lake and she'd wanted to ask the other woman a question but before she could open her mouth, Cas had shown up. Green eyes lit up in amusement and she laughed, softly at his attire.

"Actually," she began, "I think that'd be best. I wouldn't want to put anyone in a public situation they're not comfortable with."

"There are few things easier to remove than a onesie," he said with his own wide grin. "And since I can't claim to be the most talented singer, I figured this was fitting."

He let the board shorts slide from his shoulder and let them drop to the grass. "And this way you both look much better than me." Not that they would have had trouble with that either way. His gaze ticked from Rose to Marisol, quick, subtle, but appreciative nonetheless. They were both so effortless in the way they dressed to impress, even for an occasion like this.

"I would love to swim," he added. He loved the water, felt immensely comfortable in an element that could be calm and gentle one moment and vicious the next. It was part of the charm. "And if Marisol has a specific serenade in mind... Well, depending on what it is, I might appreciate a moment or two to learn it."

He wasn't that well-versed in most genres of music.

"I admit, I wouldn't know," Rose arched her brows, appraising the onesie. No, she couldn't say she'd taken anyone out of one of those, but she supposed there could be a first time for everything. Her blue eyes returned to Marisol as she moved, curious to the song picked -- and you could almost see the tension ease from her shoulders. "I was having flashbacks to singing 'My Humps' and that 'Sexy And I Know It' bit from my younger days of learning - I count that as a bullet dodged."

Leaving it up to Cas if he'd know the song or not, she carefully lifted a foot and balanced on the other, unstrapping her shoes that were out of place given their locale but comfortable enough she didn't care, switching legs to do it with the other. By the time she held them by their straps, Marisol had begun her show and Rose allowed herself to be enraptured by the performance. She was wholly unsurprised by the woman's beauty, her gaze admiring and warm, a smile forming by the time Marisol surrendered to the water.

Folding the towel and shawl, she put them carefully on the sand, her shoes near by, sweeping an arm back to gather the folds of her dress. When Marisol surfaced, she picked her steps towards the edge of the lake, submerging only to her ankles. "You must be a dancer." Her blue eyes were bright and curious upon the woman. "Or you're a weight lifter, but I've seen you move and I think the former is a safer bet. I've only seen legs like those on professional dancers."

Rose's smile reached her eyes, feeling only the faintest threads of regret that she hadn't packed for swimming.

Standing up in the water, she approached Rose, "Observant." It was a clear compliment as she smiled wide. "I'm a professional ballerina, a principal at a company." Which was the height, really, of what most all of them aspired to become; there were a few of course who wanted more, but fame would interfere with her other talents.

Cas's question wasn't unheard of and she locked eyes with Rose, winking, before turning her attention to him.

"That's a mystery for another day, dear Cas," she laughed. After all they had to have something to bet on for future matches. A few secrets to uncover. She wouldn't want to seem dull.

"Might a lovely lady escort a wayward mermaid to the shore?" she offered her forearm to Rose. Shyness was certainly not an issue when it came to her body and yet she would hate to bewitched the entire campus should they come out to swim. Unless it was Rasmus; she wouldn't mind him joining the fray. Til then, a bikini would probably be more appropriate.

"We certainly didn't lose," he agreed, already unzipping the glorious onesie to change into the board shorts. The both of them were, by his own admission, infinitely more graceful than he was but Cas wasn't going to let that stop him from getting into the water. While Rose busied herself wrapping the towel around Marisol's shoulders, he let the oneside drop to the ground, pulled his boxers off - nobody liked to walk around in wet boxers - and shimmied into the board shorts.

"I'll just be a second," he said, making his way toward the water's edge, a little bit of sweat clinging to him from wearing the onesie. "I wouldn't want to miss out on the serenade."

The water was pleasantly warm, with just enough of a chill to remind him that he was in one of the largest freshwater lakes in the world. He submerged himself without a second's hesitation, letting the familiar cold seep through him. And then it was gone. Cas reemerged and wiped the water out of his eyes, grinning.

"But doesn't that feel good," he said, sinking back into the water up to his neck. "I feel much more prepared now to channel my inner Vanessa Carlton."

While Marisol went to get dressed, Rose had the very strange moment of seeing the nude woman slip into a bathing suit and watching an extremely handsome man trot to the lake in swim trunks while she stood in her nice dress. She felt like she was a step out of time, and while that wasn't unusual, it was, perhaps, the first time she felt a spot of disappointment for it.

"Take your time," she called back to Cas. "I'm enjoying the view." Blue eyes flit between the two in her company, grateful - to who? Apollo? Their Gods? She subtly shook the thought away, picking her way back to the shawl and shoes, retrieving the former to fold it over the latter. It was still so...new. Fresh. It was a change she hadn't anticipated and while she'd initially been resisting...maybe there was merit in accepting what had come her way.

Draping the folds of her dress over her forearm, Rose returned to the lakeside and smiled at Marisol, amusement lifting her brows. "Here? Well. It's as private of a public space as one could hope for, I suppose." The song at least had enough breaks in it that Rose felt she'd be able to compose herself if needed - and with Cas in the water and Marisol sitting, she had less to concern herself with them being distractions of a different type.

Lifting her chin, her demeanor shifted, just slightly - from the Rose they knew, to Rose, Chosen of Apollo, the performer and muse. It was little more than a lid of her eyes and the way she poised herself for something between theatrics and come-hither, but it was there all the same. Especially for a song that was as silly and non-serious as the one chosen by the ballerina. Drawing in a breath of warm earth and cool water, she sang, using the velvet in her voice that she was used to, slowing the song down a few beats to draw it out. "Making my way downtown, walking fast, faces pass - and I'm homebound," she purred the last word, taking slow, swaying steps along the water line.

Rose lifted her brows in an indication she had completely anticipated him to sing from the water. His loss of the words made her laugh, abrupt, briefly covering her mouth and giving him a mock-rueful look. Extending a hand, she cupped his wet jaw, her composure returning rather fast.

"And I need you," she sung to Cas, looking at him through her lashes, "and I miss you," her gaze turned, seeking, to Marisol, "and now I wonder..."