S.T. sprayed spit (over the side of the boat) and looked around for something to wipe potentially-hazardous effluvia on. Not Harvey's shirt.
If it wasn't burning or itching by now, it was going to kill him slowly or not at all. Time to let it go. It wasn't like they hadn't been dropped in what might be the same water last night. He ignored the voice that sounded exactly like himself in full-on science nerd patter, droning about statistics and repeated exposure. Clean living made up for a lot, and he had an all-hours shower-access pass.
Instead, he pulled his shirt off, wrung it out, and then used it to towel his head off. "Nah, no refunds." His voice was muffled by the shirt. "Nice night for a swim. Most people stick to threatening to throw me off." Then he usually pointed out that it was his fucking boat. Or if not, that he wouldn't wish that water on his worst enemy, which got them all talking about the creeps they were really going after. "Landel tell you to do that once in a while, or was that just for kicks?"
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If it wasn't burning or itching by now, it was going to kill him slowly or not at all. Time to let it go. It wasn't like they hadn't been dropped in what might be the same water last night. He ignored the voice that sounded exactly like himself in full-on science nerd patter, droning about statistics and repeated exposure. Clean living made up for a lot, and he had an all-hours shower-access pass.
Instead, he pulled his shirt off, wrung it out, and then used it to towel his head off. "Nah, no refunds." His voice was muffled by the shirt. "Nice night for a swim. Most people stick to threatening to throw me off." Then he usually pointed out that it was his fucking boat. Or if not, that he wouldn't wish that water on his worst enemy, which got them all talking about the creeps they were really going after. "Landel tell you to do that once in a while, or was that just for kicks?"