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[sickof_swimming]

Ariel was sitting off to the side of the Compound steps, legs drawn up with her chin resting on her knees, looking out at the shadows cast across the long grass by the moonlight. The party inside the Compound was fun, as most parties here were, but in a place so crowded it was nice to get some air. That was a human phrase, she mused, as a mermaid

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[darklydex]

I notice there's a girl in my path, but only after I've tripped over her. "Oh," I say, voice brimming over with intelligence. "Ooops." I look her up and down for injury or sloshes of champagne. "Did I spill on you?"

[sickof_swimming]

Ariel made a small sound as Dexter nearly took out her leg. She gaped up at him for a moment before answering. "I'm not sure. It's okay..."

[darklydex]

I cock my head and listen to the Harry voice that's trying to penetrate my alcohol-fuzzed consciousness. Something about...clothes.

"Ah!" I brighten and strip off my outer long-sleeved shirt. "A gentleman never suffers a lady's discomfort." I place the shirt on the ground in front of her and motion her to sit on it.

[sickof_swimming]

Ariel looked a little bewildered at first, but moved onto the shirt. She smiled tentatively. "Thanks, Dexter. This is less prickly than the grass."