[Santana's at the pool. She is at the pool because she actually felt like swimming instead of just lying around in the sun and getting brown. In fact, she didn't feel like being in the sun at all; it was too hot outside and the pool indoors was nice and cool and didn't have bugs
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However, since her pool issues are more of a social thing, she's not really up for a pool party. Even if it'd just be the two of them. Good thing she didn't get a swimsuit.]
Oh...Sorry. I'll just-- I'll go.
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Why?
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[She shifts uncomfortably. Curse her childhood traumas...]
You look...busy.
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[Actually, she does kinda look preoccupied with them.]
Which one are you, anyway?
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Oh, right. Should have recognized the lips. [Smirk.]
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[She has to stay now. That bitch isn't going to win this.
George makes her way over to the pool, kicking off her sandals as she goes. Settling in, she glances back at Santana, as casual as possible.]
So. Ths is what you do when this place isn't sucking it up?
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Sure. You need to make your own fun around this place, and it's too hot for sex, so.
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Uh...guess you have a boyfriend, huh?
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Please.
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...Wait. Yeah, guess I do.
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[She does not seem sure.]
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[George doesn't really do girl talk, but she does kind of like to catch people in their deceptions sometimes...For fun.]
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[Under her breath:] Lucky man...
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