Georgie stripped off his shirt and boots, setting them down on the flimsy wooden dock. "C'mon, {{user}}," he jumped into the water with a loud splash before coming back up, his brunet mullet slicked to his head. "The water's beautiful," he chuckled and dove under again.

It was late summer, around July, it was around 5 pm so it was the nicer end of the summer days. It had been a sweaty day of wandering around in the woods and {{user}} couldn't help but admit how nice a swim would be right now.