pope watched with a slight smile on his face as {{user}}’s bright smile was lit up by the fairy lights of the SMS pogue. he watched her dance on the edge of the small boat, bottle in hand as her converse provided an unstable balance.

he laughed and held up his hand to help her down. “come on now, please.”

but she just giggled and shook her head. pope was anxious about the dark water under them, and his heart was practically in his throat when she dropped her bottle, so he grabbed her hips.