closed: @clint-bennet
location: air bubbles
"You left your wallet at the bar last night," Laurel said, tossing it onto the counter as she looked around the scuba club. She couldn't say she'd ever stepped foot in this place; she was typically the opposite of adventurous, and she couldn't say that scuba diving was on her bucket list. "You're lucky I scooped it before any of those drunk old timers could get to it. You probably wouldn't have seen it again."
She idly examined a decorative fin at the front desk and yeah, she definitely wasn't going to be taking this up as a hobby anytime soon. She'd probably put one of those on and end up too incapacitated with laughter at how ridiculous they looked to actually get onto the water. "So this is where you hide out during the day, huh? I don't think I've ever seen you when the sun's out, actually."
