"Yeah," Wrath agreed, twisting the bottle cap off and taking a long drink. "No more sharp things. Though punching a shark in the face would be fucking wicked." She grinned at him and then half-bounced over to plant a kiss on his salt-watery chest.

"Hey so- Patrick gave me some money before we left. He says it was a holiday bonus but I know it was just an excuse because I told him I was freaked out about being somewhere without any way to buy food. I mean I know you have money but I was fucking panicking about not being able to get anything for myself."