dejvneiro:
𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝚛𝚒𝚘 !
❛ listen, ❜ after one ‘ no ’ , ( which she felt was entirely dubious ) , she wasn’t about to let the subject go — getting what she wanted was practically a talent , at this point . ❛ i don’t talk to hear my own voice , okay ? don’t be a piss - ant , and get in the pool . ❜ a redolent glance was offered to the familiar face , rio’s demeanor CONFIDENT as ever and hopefully as persuasive as she intended it to be . truly , she wasn’t asking for anything more than a bit of company . the warm pool was going to waste , uninhabited by anyone else since she’d arrived . the visitor was no stranger to her , but admittedly not quite a friend , either . somewhere in - between , or maybe on a different scale altogether . ❛ OR , take a few steps back before i drag you in myself . ❜
“I’m just saying, I forgot my swimsuit. Give me a second to strip, Rio.” Ches was already working on unzipping her dress, the process of removing her clothes. “And if my makeup looks like shit after this, I’m blaming you okay.” She knew there wasn’t much saving it probably, she didn’t remember waterproof wasn’t a factor in her appearance today - just making herself look beautiful. A job she perhaps spent too much time doing at this point. Once the dress hits the concrete, the redhead jumps in - ignoring the rule about jumping and splashing as she gets in the water. “Damn this is nice. Great idea, Rio. Add in alcohol and some hot guys and you might have to fight to get me out,” she loved the water, more than she cared to admit sometimes.






