Jaws

[Jonathan Webster]

Jon flailed at the acorn and stuck his tongue out at Ed.

"The plan is 'I'm a shark,'" he said as if this were the most obvious thing in the world.

  

[Edmund Grimm]

Ed waited for understanding to strike him like the acorn had hit Jon. It didn't come. He still couldn't see it. "I am not drunk enough." he decided finally.

"Why don't you show me?" he suggested with a smirk. Because it bought him time to drink and if this plan was so bizarre that no amount of booze would make it make sense... he'd at least get to watch Jon 'be a shark'.

  

[Jonathan Webster]

"Drink fasterrr," Jon whined.

Then, he began wading into the lake. It had only recently rained so it took him longer than it would normally to be far enough out that he could dive underwater and then blow a spout of lakewater out of his mouth and in Ed's general direction.

  

[Edmund Grimm]

Ed drank directly from the bottle, for lack of an actual glass, and probably should have been more concerned about blatantly drinking in public. He figured if anyone was watching they'd be more scandalized by the "shark" than the seemingly respectable man boozing it up straight from the bottle.

"Ah I see." he lied, putting on an impressed expression.

  

[Jonathan Webster]

Jon took the opportunity to flip a rude gesture at Ed before diving back under the surface and kicking water upwards. He wished that his friend was closer so he could splash him. Maybe some day.

There was a fisherman nearby. Jon pointed, a devious expression on his face.

  

[Edmund Grimm]

Ed we definitely not drunk enough because he sent his friend a dubious expression before cracking into a grin and stepping behind a tree for cover. The world was Jon's stage and Ed was very happy to be in the audience right now.

  

[Jonathan Webster]

After several minutes of Jon shark-ing about, the possibly very drunk man swore loudly, fired a hex into the air, and nearly fell out of his boat. Jon cackled into the water before swimming back towards his best friend, dragging himself onto the beach, and making some over-dramatic arm gestures that probably could have passed for some sort of terrible interpretive dance.

  

[Edmund Grimm]

It was everything Ed could do not to laugh out loud and give away both their covers. He'd lost it for a moment when the man had nearly fallen out of the boat but luckily he was too distracted with his misfired spell to hear Ed cackling behind the treeline. He pressed his hand to his mouth and managed to contain his laughter until Jon made his way back to their beach and began dancing. He lost himself to noisy laughter again.

"You are the best shark I've ever seen." Needless to say he'd never actually seen a shark.

  

[Jonathan Webster]

Jon, who was absolutely sopping wet, took a bow.

He slipped back into his shoes and yanked the cardboard triangle off of the back of his shirt. "Come on," he said, "I'm sure there's a bar open somewhere." Even if it was in someone's shady basement, Jon would take it - and hell, the more basement-y it was, the less likely they were to kick him out for dripping on their floor.

  

[Edmund Grimm]

"A real shark would not give up so easily." He stated matter of factly, looking from the discarded fin on the ground to the man in the boat before falling in step with his friend. Ed couldn't make out much of the man but he seemed to be high tailing it for the shore.