Cif walks downstairs, dressed in a pair of lavender shorts and an orange tank top with a blue bow in her hair. "Hey," she said, waving at Tim. Noticing Alistair, the crat smiled and walked over, then started to slow-dance with him.
Clare huffed. "Darn, I like swimming naked," she said sarcastically as she picked a few swimsuits off of a rack. She had already grabbed some t-shirts, tank tops, blouses, jeans, and cargo pants, and also a black trenchcoat. "Don't worry, I can pay for all of this," she said, looking over at him. "So about this dress..."