Billy sees Steve's dive and as much as he wants to enjoy having both his guys in the pool with him, he can't let a challenge like that go unanswered.
He lets go of Eddie and lifts himself up out of the pool by the palms of his hands, shaking off like a wet dog as soon as he's out of the water. The sun's been beating down on the siding all day long and it's hot on his bare skin, but he doesn't really care. Hot's good, anyway, it means he won't fade from California Bronze to Pasty Indiana White too quickly.
"Hey lovebirds, check this out."
And he's approaching the diving board with a running start ('no running in the pool' my ass, rules are only for other people, not him) and does the official dive of attention-seeking douchebags everywhere: the cannonball. Better hold onto those beers.
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He lets go of Eddie and lifts himself up out of the pool by the palms of his hands, shaking off like a wet dog as soon as he's out of the water. The sun's been beating down on the siding all day long and it's hot on his bare skin, but he doesn't really care. Hot's good, anyway, it means he won't fade from California Bronze to Pasty Indiana White too quickly.
"Hey lovebirds, check this out."
And he's approaching the diving board with a running start ('no running in the pool' my ass, rules are only for other people, not him) and does the official dive of attention-seeking douchebags everywhere: the cannonball. Better hold onto those beers.