A game of chicken

A little bit closer to the dock, a small group starts playing chicken, hoisting each other up onto one another's shoulders and trying to knock an opposing duo down. Amy notices them about the same time as you do, and hurriedly starts hustling you towards them.

"So I'll admit I've been having a good time," you start, dragging your feet as your friend pushes you along, "but I don't know about this one, Amy."

"C'mon, it looks like fun! Besides, it's not like you'll be the one showing anything; I'm the one whose gonna be out of the water."

"...I mean, people might put two-and-two together if they see you, but that's not really what I was talking about." You dig your heels in a bit harder against the lakebed, only to briefly stumble backwards as Amy moves away, having pushed you to the fringe of the circle of players. It's shallower water; you're just shy of your waistband peeking above the surface, while Amy readjusts her soggy bra to better support her now visible cleavage.

"So what's your problem now?" Amy asks, elbowing you in the side.

"Aside from having to compete in other people in a show of strength and coordination?"

"Yeah, besides that." You turn to face Amy more clearly, looking her over before glancing down at yourself, and back to her.

"...the plan if for you to be on my shoulders, right?"

Amy smirks, "Aw, afraid I'm gonna break you in half?" You wait a beat before giving an affirmative shrug, and Amy lets out a short, sharp laugh. "Ha! Ouch, dude."

"Wh- not like that! Look at me, I can barely lift my backpack!"

"Relax bud, it's cool, it's cool," Amy says, patting the small of your back, and pushing you forward, more gently than before. "I get what you meant. And besides, it's easier to lift stuff in the water, it'll be like nothing to you!"

"Is that actually how that works?"

"Yeah, sure, who knows, look, it's either that or I drown trying to keep you above the water. Now hold still!"

You comply with a sigh, putting your hands back to help Amy clamber up to your shoulders.