ON SOME NIGHTS, when she didnât want to go home, shelly stayed at work to â ensure everything was in working order. â code word for being antsy and fucking about. it wasnât completely unheard of, she had the keys to the gate and she did clean up if she thought of it ( which wasnât often ) so she thought she was justified as long as this didnât end in a crime scene. and did she sometimes let her friends hang out, too ? yeah. sue her. sheâs actually cleaning tonight, running the net through the pool when she hears a familiar voice. her head tilts up, squinting to see through the darkness. â hey, loser, â she replies, affectionately, her face stretching into a smile. â are you bribing me, maxfield ? â she asks, faux offended, eyeing him then the bag. as if on cue, her stomach rumbles and she drops the shtick, reaching out and making a grabbing gesture for the bag through the fence, then goes to unlock it. â ugh, iâm so fucking hungry, i havenât gotten dinner yet, gimme, â she muses, as she lets him in. â donât skinny dip. donât run. and if you crack your head open, i am not cleaning that up. âÂ
âno, no. iâm just telling you what the chicken said.â calvin says, features feigning innocence with doe eyes that flickered despite their darkness. he lets the bag turnover into her hands with much argument before slipping behind the fence to join her. âdid you lose your manners when you got that whistle? youâre welcome.â manners were hardly something he valued, rarely did he ever say please or thank you. but rather did he want her to say it out of his own selfishness. âwhat if iâm packing on a beer gut? itâs not skinny dipping technically. itâs like.. mid-sized dunking.â the man makes his way over to the poolâs ledge and begins to kick off his nonslip shoes. aching feet dip themselves into the water that is surprisingly warm. âeither this water is freshly pissed in or itâs heated, either way i donât mind a bit.â