[SE] If I hit the bottom will I break?

melita

and she recklessly plays with matches

She could, and in fact, would say shit. “Uh, yeah,” she snorted, as if being swallowed by at least three coats was a normal experience. “It’s fuckin’ cold.” But then her thoughts were on the next bout – of either boat rentals or her own – but the Firecracker was made for the wind, air, and sky, and she figured Iskra wouldn’t exactly appreciate her crash landing directly into the sea in order to honor his mother. “We can rent one,” she shrugged, eyes already scouting out potentials towards the end of the docks.

Of course, there was also dinner, and plentiful options to kill time. Nor should they be on empty stomachs when it came to getting shitfaced. “You got a preference?” Neither of them were very formal – and she was much more likely to make a scene in some boring, stuffy place. There were plenty of bar food areas available, as well as any kiosks, stalls, and favorites. “Oh, that place with the tortillas and stuff is still open,” from way back when, years before.