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She hoped so, she really needed some company, and Misha was always a delight to be around. While she waited for a reply, Mercy looked through her drawer for a nice swimsuit to wear, tossing her beach bag onto her bed along with a nice towel with a pineapple on it. The swimsuit she picked out would look nice on her skin the moment she made it to the pool.

Once she had her bathing suit on, Mercy pulled on her Deadpool basketball shorts and white tank, jogging out to the pool. It was a good thing it was an indoor one. She would be sad since that meant she would have to wait till the summer before she could get in some water. Thank goodness for Poseidon!

"Anything really! Hell, if there's no one around I was thinking about going skinny dipping and practicing my back stroking skills." She winked then, kicking off her shorts and taking off her tank while she sat laid back. Arrested? Gate-Crashed? "Pfft! I don't think we'll get arrested? If anything, I swear we would have to worry about Posideon looking at the goods for far too long." The gods were known to lust after human women with wild abandon and it caused so many problems according to what she's heard.

Not to mention demigods like that brat Cierce. For some odd reason she wanted to say Cersei from Game of Thrones, but there wasn't anyone in existence that was that horrid of a person.

"Getting gatecrashed by some dolphins would be kinda cool~ We could have a dolphin race." Mercy grinned, looking at Misha with a mischevious eye. Yes Posideon, that was the cue for you to present them with dolphins to race with. "Or, we could have a swimming race and the loser would have to do something downright nefarious."

Beth hadn't responded to Misha's text inviting her out because until she was standing in front of the building housing the pool, she hadn't planned on going. She still wasn't 100% about...anything, really, and didn't want to be a rain cloud on Misha's summer-day-in-Michigan fun. She hadn't dressed for the pool, but she had brought a bag with a book and her phone, the only things one really needed for a good time.

She heard voices as she pushed the door open, and identified one as Misha. The other voice was a woman's but Beth wasn't sure if it was familiar or not. She had met so many people over the course of their two missions. She peeked in, catching the tail end of Misha's comment over her virtue being compromised. She silently wondered if that was possible, but stepped further in, saying, "I hope I'm not interrupting."