Late night swim. (open)

[Sid Rickley]

Sid was going to have himself a good time, even if was going to force himself. He sighed, staring at the image in the mirror. To himself, he saw a different person. Like the devil was raging inside of him, wanting to come out. He reached out to the mirror, tracing it with his fingers. Just dust was stuck on his fingertips. He wiped his hand on his pant leg, moving away from the mirror. He retreated to the bedside, grabbing his bottle of pills.

He needed them in case he got another anxiety attack. He was here to relax and have a good time. It wasn't time to worry about anything. He laid on the bed, staring at the popcorn ceiling. He turned to his right, gazing at the painting of a waterfall. All of a sudden the waterfall was moving. The sloshes of water were falling off the frame. Sid, snap out of it! He jolted upright and drank a huge gulp of water from a clean glass.

"I need to go outside..." he said, changing from jeans to a pair of comfortable swimming trunks. He grabbed a large white towel from the bathroom. He put on a black tank top and then grabbed his bottle of water for replenishing. He slipped on his pair of black Coral sandals and proceeded downstairs to the pool area.

The sign said it was already closed, but he ignored it. The pool looked quite open to him. In fact, he would imagine it to be happy hour. He pushed the small gate open and threw his towel on a beach chair. He pulled off his tank top, tossing it on top of his towel. He ran and took a big jump, diving into the pool.

[Whitley Cooper]

Miss Cooper stumbled out of the hotel's elevator. Well, one of them atleast. God knows there was atleast three of them scattered about the luxury hotel. With a cigarette to her perfectly glossed lips and a black and white trucker hat placed over her pin-striaght hair, Whitley looked like quite the rebel. A pair of dark black square-shaped, oversized, Chanel sunglasses covered her bright green eyes from view. Why the hell would somebody wear a pair of sunglasses.. in a hotel? Well.. simply because she could, of course.

A large white tunic covered her black and white BCBG bikini, one sleeve hanging off her shoulder as she entered the pool area."Helll-oo, beautiful people!!" The tequila strong on her breath. Taking a last puff of the cancer stick, Whitley flicked it on the ground and rubbed it in with the heels of her Coach sandals. Making her way to a pool chair, Whitley tossed her Sidekick down and pulled off the tunic setting it down beside her Sidekick.

Sitting on the edge of the pool, Whitley smiled at the boy. Ooh, whatta cutie in this pool! "Name? Now!" Spoiled, rotten, bitch?? Of course! And not to mention shit-faced. Ohyay. :]

[Sid Rickley]

Sid submerged from the water, getting out of the pool. An accumulation of water dripping all around him as he got out. He wiped his face, rubbing his eyes repeatedly. His eyes were still sensitive to the chlorine, maybe he should have brought his goggles. He just needed time for his eyes to get accustomed with the chlorine. He exhaled loudly, putting a hand on his hip. He wasn't being attentive and he stared at the sky for a moment.

He was about to jump into the pool, but he realized there was someone else in the pool area. Was she saying something to him? She said something for sure, but Sid wasn't paying attention. He looked at her with a blank face, "Hi." he said in a monotone voice. he meant to sound excited, but he was sort of looking to spend the night alone.

It didn't bother him much that someone else was here, but it would be good to talk to someone right? He came here to relax, get away from everyone else. It's the one thing he really needed. He sat at the edge of the pool, kicking his feet int he water.

"I'm Sid by the way. I'm just really out of it right now." he said. His pills were just about kicking in. He felt a bit social after that.

[Whitley Cooper]

Whitley stood up and walked over to him, only to sit back in the same position, legs dangling in the water and her hands holding her up behind her, only this time she was sitting beside him. She didn't like being alone, a little phobia of hers. Out of it? You should trying being her, she had just taken five too many shots of tequila and then some. Whitley was definitely "out of it". Nodding her head, she wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug, she was.. very friendly. "Hiii Siddiee. I'm Whitleyy. Whitleyy Blanee Cooperrr" Her words were slurred dramatically, but seeing how she had no known accent, you could still understand them, thankfully. Unleashing him from her deathgrip of a hug, she pointed a French-manicured finger at him, "But you can call mee Coop. Or Whit. Or Blanie. Or Whitley. Or.. whatever really.. I don't give a shit." Oh yay, more slurred sentences. Just what Sid probably needed.

[Sid Rickley]

Sid nodded. her voice sounded a bit slurred, but maybe that was him just being a little too loopy. He smiled, "Nice to meet you." he said, diving into the water again. He just wanted to stay under the water, wishing he could breath like the marine life in the sea out there. He relaxed himself, but he was running out of breath. He submerged from the water, breathing heavily. He almost made himself drown, what an idiot he was.

He swam to the shallow end of the pool, sitting on the stairs of one of the pools entrances. He felt like the girl was lurking, but he was just being paranoid. Whitley was her name he finally remembered. "So what brings you out here?"

[Whitley Cooper]

What? Was this guy like.. girl retarded? Gawdd. Slipping into the heated pool, Whitley let the water flow over her head and then struggled to the surface. If she had any brains she wouldn't be in the pool. She wouldn't be risking her life. Because, well, when intoxicated, stupid girls were ohso much more stupid. And Whitley, well, she was known to be very stupid.

Holding onto the edge of the pool, she slowly pulled herself through the water in his general direction. Maybe the boy just needed to be broken in. Or something. Nice to meet you? Oh please, get some balls, babe. What brings you out here? To the pool or Mexico? Oh so help me God, I might kill this guy.

Putting on an ohso fake smile, Whitley Blane Cooper finally made it to the shallow end and sat on her knees in front of him. Placing her hands on his thighs, Whitley stared up at him. His was cute, and even though she knew hotter, he'd due. One, because she was trashed and two, because he was proving to be something she couldn't have. And Whitley was one to get what she wanted. Everything, she wanted.

"Uhmm, well, I came to the pool.. because my roomie has aaa guyyy over anddd I didn'tt feel likeee sticking arounddd. Ya knowww? Anddd thenn, I cameee to Cabooo, becausee I neededd to gett awayy andd I wanteddd to seee myy roomiee. Causeee she's my besttt friendd and alll. Anddd I haven'tt seen herrr in likeee the longest timeee. Ya knowww?" Okay Whitley, time to shut up. Leaning more forward, Whitley kept her balance by putting more weight on the boy's thighs. She was maybe half a foot away from him now. "What about youu?"