One night and one more time thanks for the memories even though they weren't so great he tastes like you, only sweeter one night, yeah, and one more time thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories see, he tastes like you, only sweeter, been looking forward to the future but my eyesight is going bad, in these crystal balls, it's always cloudy except for when you look into the past one night stand.

Whether it was woman’s intuition or sixth sense, Minerva could tell things about someone. Things that, with enough observation, could provide very useful information. She peered through the corner of her eyes, at the individual brave enough to invade her space. You see, Minerva was like a cat… she was finicky, temperamental and above all, territorial. There was a certain distance she allowed people to approach without getting too personal. She made certain that people felt she was unapproachable.

White hair and a tanned complexion. What an odd pair, she thought. She took another sip of her drink and turned her head for a closer look. His body told her that the man was used to strenuous physical activity. His strut, the way he carried himself was not arrogant, but brimmed with a confidence that came with such a physique. She’d seen much better, and with bigger… egos to boot. Those red swimming trunks were very unflattering, it almost made Minerva spring up from her seat and rip them off…

She chuckled, a dubious smile breaking from the surface of her perfectly angelic demeanor. Minerva placed the sunscreen on her seat and stood up. With drink in hand, she slowly, cat walked all the way to where he had settled his towel. She glanced at the behemoth of a Swampert in the swimming pool. So he was a trainer like her. Minerva could tell the Swampert was somewhat strong, but the real question rolling in her mind was whether she could beat him down if it ever came down to a fight? She’d cross that bridge when she got there.

It only took a few steps to close their distance, and already she knew how and what part to play to casually approach her target. The next step would decide the rest of the afternoon, and hopefully evening. Her right leg became masterfully caught behind her left leg. Momentum carried her forward, and by another accident of sort, she let go of her drink.

If the sunkissed man didn’t dodge, Minerva would’ve hit bullseye. Her would’ve spilled, landing on his head, her body pressing against his, her bosom cushioning what would have been quite a fall against rock hard abs. She could feel the warmth of the sun emanating from his body.

Minerva could only look at him from her position, just below his chest and give him a well-practiced, apologetic smile.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry!” She inserted a stutter, all the while forcing blood to rise up to her cheeks, giving her a flustered color. “Are you… um, are you alright? I’m such a klutz. I really am…”

She couldn't help but stare at him. There was something about a wet man, one doused with champange, that was... comical? enticing? Both... she couldn't place a finger on it.

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