I hate you.
The hit of cold water to her face felt like - well, cold water. At three in the morning. With air conditioning creating a slightly unpleasant draft.
Her face remained in a half-affected visage of shock (half of it was pretty real, after all, with the ice water clinging to her neck) until she blinked, wiping the residue from her cheeks and eyes with a cupped palm. Her expression soon changed to one of joy and slight pride, accompanied by an excited clap of her hands.
"Perfect! Just like the show." Her hands clasped together at her breast, caught in a repose of happiness. When a droplet of water landed in her eye, the heel of her palm came up to rub it out. As it would turn out, the drop was only a distraction, as the next hit landed icy-cold down her back. With a shiver, she picked the towel up from beside her and ran it over the entirety of her face and neck.
It was uncomfortable, but Honolulu took comfort in the fact that Libby hadn't added in the slap like she'd originally wanted.
"Next time, can we remember to take the ice cubes out beforehand?"
