Swimming with the Blonde (Teddy) - Bathtub Beach

She smiled.

"You should have a healthy dose of paranoia in there."

"Caitiff" which basically meant she assumed, specially at this point, at most people wouldn't think twice about discarding or backstabbing her.
She just lacked in the cynical department really.

She shook her head.

"Means absolutely nothing."

That actually got her to laugh.
"In what reality? Because in mine and in my experience it means you have to work twice as hard just to stay alive. Paranoia comes with the blood and lack of lineage"

She shook her head.

"You have obviously never lived with a Tremere."

She sighed.
"No" though it was frustrating to be dismissed there was no point arguing. She'd never claimed to have had it the worst, plenty had it worse. But her kind still had to fight in a way most didnt either understand or see. To have that brushed aside though was just one of those things she guessed.
So, no argument.

She nodded.

"I figured. The Tremere are so super-paranoid about their Clan secrets -- like their magic and stuff -- that they barely sleep. They even have entire rituals dedicated to being able to know everything that's going on in their havens while they're in the daysleep."

Teddy just kind of nodded.
She knew little about the redhead's Clan save that they were paranoid, secretive and vengeful if any secrets ever were revealed.

She grinned.

"So when you stoop to the levels that the Tremere go to, then you can tell me you're paranoid."

Teddy just nodded briefly, giving her a small smile before ducking a little further into the water so only her nose and up was above it.

She didn't. She actually turned to dive, staying under for quite a while, actually.

Might just be the Sheriff was half fish.
The Caitiff though seemed okay with stay as she was, though her eyes did scan the water for any sign of movement. Which she reckoned she wouldn't see anyways, since it was dark and all. But, there was still something soothing about simply staying like that, floating in the sea at night, quietly resting in the embrace of the water.

Until, of course, she felt something cold sliding around her ankle. It felt suspiciously like a hand.

What? Hey?!
She kind of instinctively flailed her arms a bit as if to move backwards away from the hand.

That clamped even harder around her ankle and yanked her underwater.

But just for a moment, so that she could see the laughing face of the redhead.

Good thing she didn't have to breathe because both her mouth and her nose filled with water as she was suddenly pulled under water. Not that she minded all that much, finding that she couldn't help but smile when she saw Griselda's expression.

When she broke the surface of the water, she was laughing again. Delighted.

"Gotcha!"

Really really good thing she didn't have to breathe, cause she was spitting water as she resurfaced, brushing her fingers through her hair with a low chuckle under her breath as she lifted a hand to brush a bit of water from her face.
"Punk..." she smiled.

She was still giggling.

"Your face was priceless."

"Hey I gotta be good for something. A laugh's something" the blond chuckled.

She grinned.

"You looked for a second like you thought I might be Nessie."

"You're Scottish aren't ya?" she just couldn't help herself.

Which had been why she said it.

"One-hundred percent," she agreed.

"Then there's no guarantee that you're not Nessie. 'scept, I think she's suppose to be bigger" Teddy smirked slightly.

She laughed at that.

"There's many things bigger than me."