Try to win the bet

It feels like cheating to just barge in while Carly is changing and you aren’t about that. When you and Lynn return with Lynn’s bikini, you wait patiently for her to change and come out when she is ready. After fifteen minutes, you are rewarded with the small brunette coyly stepping out wrapped in a towel.

“Where did she get that?!” you annoyedly ask Lynn. Lynn shrugs.

Carly’s pace is like someone walking on ****’s row. She laboriously takes a half step at a time to reach you and stops an awkward distance away. “So… um…” she mutters barely audibly, not able to raise her head to meet your gaze. “I’m not sure I can do this…”

“But you agreed to the bet!” you remind her. “What happened to being daring and bold?”

“Yeah…” she went on, “but then I put the suit on… and… I don’t know guys…”

“You are so going to lose this bet if she carries on like this,” Lynn murmurs to you from the side of her mouth.

You sigh, realizing that this will be more of a challenge than you expected. “Alright, you probably just have to get used to being in a bikini, then you’ll forget all about it,” you reason with the shy girl. “Why don’t you just get it over with, like diving into the pool? The shock will wear off after a minute or two. Can you do that?”

“M… maybe?” Carly says.

“Alright, on the count of three, you just let it drop,” you say.

“O… ok…”

“One… Two… Three!”

Carly clenches onto her towel even tighter. Both you and Lynn sigh.

“Alright, I have a solution,” Lynn says, marching to the back of the store. She returns shortly after holding a bucket. She looks at Carly and says, “Now, this bucket is full of water…” Before she finishes her sentence, she heaves the contents of the bucket towards Carly.

Carly shrieks and raises her arms to protect herself. Lynn lunges forward and swipes the towel off of the ice cream clerk. There was never any water, so Carly remains hidden under her arms, waiting for the rain that will never come.

“There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Lynn says, tossing the towel over her shoulder.

Carly looks at herself, realizing that she is exposed and shrinks down into a ball.

Lynn sighs, “You’re not going to be making much sales with a huddled up bikini girl,” she tells you. “You better think of something or you’re losing that bet!”

You nod in agreement.