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The merman looks up at her in surprise. He leans back from where he had been resting his chin on his folded arms on the dock. He tilts his head at her for a moment before starting to laugh.

“Of course not,” he says, dropping back into the water and swimming over to where her feet dangled in the water, “why would I? Sharks are friendly.”

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This was (according to her college friends) the Law of the Land.

Unfortunately, as passive and submissive as the young woman generally was, damn, she loved her booze. She loved the rush of alcohol circulating throughout her bloodstream, each molecule racing to her brain. She loved spontaneously melting in her seat, internally ensconced by its depressive warmth. She loved the sheer freedom alcohol gifted her, releasing the anxious girl from even her most tightly suppressed inhibitions.

Agitation evaporated from each follicle of her skin. She’d just finished a day of interpreting some cumbersome statistics while trapped in a stuffy lab, numbers seen but barely comprehended, after a blurry weekend of prerequisite analysis of the same data. 

The graduate student heaved a sigh as she opened doors to the bar, stubby legs trudging along the floor as if they’d barely carried her weight.

“E-Excuse me,” she squeaked, climbing with minor difficulty onto the bar stool. “Um, w-what kind of vodka drinks do you serve?” 

She smiled sheepishly, knowing full well it was only a Monday.

“You’re determined, I’ll give you that.”

The words were muttered with an airy, almost lilting tone. Curious and calm. Ivy took a subtle step back as the other man lifted himself up, emerald orbs instantly going to the wound at his side. His carnivorous lilies had done a stellar job, regardless of their still small size. He would have to work on a better defense for them later.