Change into your suit while they decide.

"Whatever," you say after a few moments of this incredibly awkward-feeling silence. You stand up from the couch. "You already heard what I have to say. I'm getting changed and then I'll be down by the water. You can either show up together or not at all. Do whatever you want."

They stare in silence, as you go into the bedroom to change. You're not in a much better mood than before, and they aren't helping it, and fuck it. You're going to get wasted and go jump in the lake or some shit. You shuck off your clothes irritably and pull on your new bathing suit, a pretty moss-green bikini that your mom knows nothing about, because she thinks bikinis are slutty as it is, and this one doesn't leave a lot to the imagination. It's your first bikini, and it's in one of your hands down best colors in terms of bringing out total vibrancy in your hair, eyes, complexion, and whole body generally. It's sexy-cute as fuck and your tits look absolutely banging in this thing.

It's a little cool in here, from the air conditioning, so of course your nipples immediately stiffen to hard little points. You grab your pool coverup and wrap it around you to make that less obvious, then jam your toes back into your flip flops.

You can't tell if Scott and Dex simply refuse to speak, are still working themselves up to it, or fell silent because you came back in—but it's quiet as fuck in here. Cool. Cool-cool-cool. You resolutely refuse to even look at in their direction as you go to the liquor cabinet, pick yourself out a half bottle of dark spiced rum that isn't expensive enough to be missed, and let yourself out the sliding door.

It's muddy and gross at the bottom of the stairs, so you hang off the rail and make a little leap with your rum, managing to miss most of it by landing on gravel. Crisis averted.

You pop your earbuds in and scroll idly through your music app looking for something to fit your mood.