I took the row boat, under cover of night, and paddled out to the middle of Lake Schmelling. There was no way I was going to take part in a round of ghost stories at the camp fire. I dropped anchor and pulled in the oars. I finished the two beers I'd smuggled in and listened to Sigur Ros under the bright moon before dozing off. I figured this was the best way to spend the night before my buddy Brian's wedding. Amy, his bride to be was uber Christian and had forbade booze at the wedding and pre-wedding camping trip festivities. Which was funny cause she was a total lush.
I was completely freaked when I felt the boat rock. Amanda jumped over the side and doused me. I'd only known her for about six hours, Amy's cousin.
"What are you doing?"
"This looked like fun so I swam out," she said as slicked her dark hair back.
It was a good 100 yards back to shore. She was wearing an Appetite for Destruction t-shirt and cut off jeans. Her soaked clothes clung to her body. I'd said hi to her earlier but that was it. Amy had done a good job of shooting down any amorous notions I'd had that involved Amanda. She was kind of a bitch that way.
Amanda reached behind her back with both hands and pulled two beers out of her back pockets.
"Thirsty, cowboy?"
This is why I love weddings.