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“Finally, a well-deserved break!” Kevin exclaimed, jumping into the cool water without hesitation. As he surfaced, he expected to see Jenn glaring at him in disapproval from the beach. However, she was nowhere to be found. He knew she was hesitant to come, but not this hesitant. He swam back to the shore and started to search for her. It was not long before he heard a nervous mumbling sound coming from one of the changing stalls.
“Hey Jenn,” Kevin said as he tapped lightly on the curtain, “you alright?”
“I… think I wanna go home,” Jenn replied. “I don’t feel so good. I think I also left some paperwork unfinished and—” Kevin laughed at her.
“You’re stalling,” he smirked, completely aware of the pun. If there was one thing Jenn liked, it was bad puns.
“That one was really bad,” she groaned, trying to stifle a laugh in between. Kevin saw that as progress. Still, he did not know what was the matter. She solved every part of the case and made all the arrests. No one got hurt, and the reports were really short. He couldn’t grasp why Detective Jennifer Burns, the sole mastermind in taking down the Scarlett cult along with its crime ring, would be scared of going to the beach.
“What’s really the matter?” Kevin whispered. He heard Jenn let out a defeated sigh.
“Because…” she mustered, “I don’t really want to go out there. What if they need me at work?”
“You’re on vacation, which you yourself graciously accepted. C’mon, enjoy it while it lasts.”
“But—”
“But nothing. C’mon out, no one’s judging you.”
“Okay, just don’t laugh at my swimsuit.” With a shaky hand, Jenn undid the hook and pulled back the curtain. She trembled as she stepped out of the stall, looking away from Kevin in embarrassment. Kevin only smiled.
Jenn was wearing a bikini, but not just a regular bikini. It was a tiny bikini with yellow polka dots. A tune started to play in his head. He wanted to sing. Screw it, he was.
“So, how do I look?” she mumbled. She looked up to see Kevin grinning ear to ear, a devilish glint shining in his eyes. Her gaze then turned to annoyance. “Kevin, no…” she warned.
“She wore an itsy bitsy—” Kevin said laughing before Jenn charged him. He ran off into the water, still trying to finish the lyrics while trying to avoid being caught.
“Kevin I swear!” Jenn yelled, now smiling as she chased Kevin around. It got to the point where Kevin dove into the water to avoid capture until Jenn grabbed him by the ankle to prevent his escape. Too tired to fight her grip, he exhaled a sigh of surrender.
“Alright, I’ll buy drinks,” he breathed. “I’m getting a margarita. What do you want?”
“A piña colada,” Jenn replied smugly. As Kevin walked to where the bar was, Jenn called out to him, “better not get wasted away again.” Kevin raised an eyebrow. Jenn pointed towards the sign above the bar. It read ‘Margaritaville.’
Kevin stared at Jenn for a while before growling, “Touché.”
“Hey Jenn,” Kevin said as he tapped lightly on the curtain, “you alright?”
“I… think I wanna go home,” Jenn replied. “I don’t feel so good. I think I also left some paperwork unfinished and—” Kevin laughed at her.
“You’re stalling,” he smirked, completely aware of the pun. If there was one thing Jenn liked, it was bad puns.
“That one was really bad,” she groaned, trying to stifle a laugh in between. Kevin saw that as progress. Still, he did not know what was the matter. She solved every part of the case and made all the arrests. No one got hurt, and the reports were really short. He couldn’t grasp why Detective Jennifer Burns, the sole mastermind in taking down the Scarlett cult along with its crime ring, would be scared of going to the beach.
“What’s really the matter?” Kevin whispered. He heard Jenn let out a defeated sigh.
“Because…” she mustered, “I don’t really want to go out there. What if they need me at work?”
“You’re on vacation, which you yourself graciously accepted. C’mon, enjoy it while it lasts.”
“But—”
“But nothing. C’mon out, no one’s judging you.”
“Okay, just don’t laugh at my swimsuit.” With a shaky hand, Jenn undid the hook and pulled back the curtain. She trembled as she stepped out of the stall, looking away from Kevin in embarrassment. Kevin only smiled.
Jenn was wearing a bikini, but not just a regular bikini. It was a tiny bikini with yellow polka dots. A tune started to play in his head. He wanted to sing. Screw it, he was.
“So, how do I look?” she mumbled. She looked up to see Kevin grinning ear to ear, a devilish glint shining in his eyes. Her gaze then turned to annoyance. “Kevin, no…” she warned.
“She wore an itsy bitsy—” Kevin said laughing before Jenn charged him. He ran off into the water, still trying to finish the lyrics while trying to avoid being caught.
“Kevin I swear!” Jenn yelled, now smiling as she chased Kevin around. It got to the point where Kevin dove into the water to avoid capture until Jenn grabbed him by the ankle to prevent his escape. Too tired to fight her grip, he exhaled a sigh of surrender.
“Alright, I’ll buy drinks,” he breathed. “I’m getting a margarita. What do you want?”
“A piña colada,” Jenn replied smugly. As Kevin walked to where the bar was, Jenn called out to him, “better not get wasted away again.” Kevin raised an eyebrow. Jenn pointed towards the sign above the bar. It read ‘Margaritaville.’
Kevin stared at Jenn for a while before growling, “Touché.”
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