[Internally, Caitlyn is blushing furiously at the idea of skinny dipping. But there is a treacherous little part of her that's curious. She's never done anything so, well, scandalous before. Sober, without a ghost in her head egging her on, she would probably be too embarrassed to ever do it. But now, as it is, that little part of her wants to find out what it's like.
And the ghost certainly doesn't need encouraging. Before she knows it, she's grabbing Clara's hand and striding confidently in the wrong direction before stumbling to a halt, turning around once or twice, and putting an arm around Clara's shoulders to steady herself.]
It's that way. [She doesn't point in any particular direction, and it takes her a moment to start walking.
A thought occurs.] Should we get another drink to go?
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And the ghost certainly doesn't need encouraging. Before she knows it, she's grabbing Clara's hand and striding confidently in the wrong direction before stumbling to a halt, turning around once or twice, and putting an arm around Clara's shoulders to steady herself.]
It's that way. [She doesn't point in any particular direction, and it takes her a moment to start walking.
A thought occurs.] Should we get another drink to go?