Perhaps it had been the way Andrew had spoken comfortingly, or maybe she hadn’t been thinking logically, but no matter what had driven her to make such a decision, said decision was still made; Nerissa picked up Andrew’s swimming trunks and handed them to him after pausing to think for a moment, “If I drown, or nearly drown, or slip and fall into the pool, or anything of the sort, you, my friend, will be the one to blame,” Nerissa rambled, her words quick; she knew that if she spent too much time talking about it, she would certainly change her mind- or come to her senses, either one fit.
Nerissa stood from the stool she was sitting at and walked onto the dance floor, feeling just a tad nervous about interrupting Sophia and the boy she was dancing with, “Excuse me… Sophia?” she asked rather quietly, her voice hardly audible with the music playing at such a volume, “Could I ask you for a favor...?” she added, hoping that perhaps the girl would have a spare swimsuit lying about the enormous house, which she would be willing to lend Nerissa for an hour or so.