Bikinis.

"Dun-dun, dun-dun, dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-duuuuuun!"

Thud.

Dropping to the carpet, the box was forgotten as Nat revealed a pair of string bikinis, hanging from her clutching fingers.

"Oooh god they look just like they did in the mag, Nat," Allison was biting her lip as she gave an up close assessment of the swimwear and my god, were they swimwear.

They practically could have just opted for no wear! The way those top cups looked, and that impractical g-string bottom, well -- how the well would Nat's dad even approve of this!?

"I know, Allie." Nat, Mr. Dorf's daughter herself, was also biting her lip, and as she held the white bikini just a little ways in front of her body, I couldn't help but imagine her tight figure fit into it. Of course, I shook the thought away, not keen on making, like, a mess. Not right now. Would ruin the mood. "They're perfect."

Perfect was the word alright.

Just like I had vaguely projected only a breath earlier:

'Hot bikinis just like in my fantasies.'

Lo and behold, bitches; Nat and Allison now babbling over what I presumed they were actually, somehow, in some way, thinking of wearing.

"So... where are you thinking of wearing these?" I swallowed.

"Uhhh..." With a somewhat snarky laugh that could have been interpreted as being another way of saying what-kind-of-question-is-that, "To my brother's wedding?" Nat stifled a laugh in a half snort thing as Allison continued, "To the beach, duh."

"In..." Nat checked her phone. "An hour to be exact."

"You want to wear that," I pointed, "to the beach?"

More or less dismissing my comment, Allison shrugged. "Sorry, girls' day out."

"Next time we'll get the whole crew," Nat assured, socking my shoulder playfully.

Then they turned and left the room. I stood there for a moment, not sure what to think, then stepped out and stood against the railing. I blinked, watching from above as they packed their things into Nat's car, as if it had all been set up there this whole entire time. Lunchboxes, coolers, a rolled up picnic mat, a camera.

"Wow," I half-mumbled, half-laughed under my breath.