WANDA: I need help hiding a body

Santana arrived at the lake ten minutes late. But for good reason; she had one full, bulky bag and a cooler with an assortment of items compatible for the portion of the day they would spend by the water. 

After they set up the air seemed to get thicker, a little more electric, and thinner with their chemistry and childish flirting stuffing up the air. Like the daunting, stripping, was coming upon them. Or maybe she was just imaging it; a rapid fire of insecurities speeding her heart up, and making bristles of shyness brush at her concious. So she tried to concentrate on Finn, and his reaction to being shirtless when they were texting. It had slightly perplexed her and she was eager to see what lied beneath. “I want to get wet.” She let the sentence hang there, her lips sweeping into an amused smirk. She began to unbutton her shorts and walk towards him, ‘fake it till you make it’ being chanted by a rowdy crowd inside of her head. She plucked one button from its place so her shorts slightly  peaked open. “Also,” her tone had taken a different approach -timid, almost begrudgingly sweet, “I’m gonna like what’s underneath your shirt. Like it might take my eyes a moment to adjust if you’re about to blind me with your pale chest, but I’ll get over it and only mildly make fun of you.”

LOCATION: A Bar. 

DATE & TIME: Night time, August 24th. 

Wanda was more than happy to have an opportunity to go out in a Friday night, something that didn’t tend to happen as much as she would like to. Because of that, she had a lot of ‘clubbing’ clothes that she hadn’t used more than once and even when she and Santana had rocked Sunday night, the girl had no problem finding some cute dress to wear, with matching heels. It took her about twenty minutes to arrive to the bar that she and Finn were meeting, a big bright grin on her lips. The night promising to be fun, just like any time that she spent with him, but the factor of the alcohol gave the situation a nice bonus. As soon as he was in her sight of vision, Wanda waved her hand at him, talking even before they were beside each other. “I hope I hadn’t made you wait too much, it was kinda hard to get a taxi at this time on a Friday”