The Guy in the Suit is pissed. PISSED. He starts to let fly with a string of invectives as he scrambles up out of the water, a frigging, dripping mess, until Rich announces and identifies himself as police, which shuts him up real quick-like.

Rich has been working this beat for three months now, with nine more to go before he can move from Vice to Larceny. And he'd seen both the Guy in the Suit and the Other Guy here a couple of times before. Rich is supposed to arrest anyone doing anything "indecent" but he doesn't bother unless he sees body parts he's not supposed to. There is A LOT of paperwork to each arrest, and with likely dismissals unless Rich can personally attest to seeing naked dudes being naked, it's just not worth hauling every guy in. So Rich has let both the Guy in the Suit and the Other Guy slide on earlier visits.

This, however, is a first for Rich, who is doing his best not to laugh, especially as the Guy in the Suit's face turns bright beet red in his determination not to show anger. For his part, the Other Guy, the guy on the shore, keeps his mouth shut as Rich approaches and asks if they are both ok.

The Guy in the Suit attempts, and fails, to leap the distance to shore, arms flailing as he goes into the murky water a second time. This proves too much for them both, Rich and the Other Guy, who are both doubled over in laughter.

"Here, let us help you out of there," Rich says to the Guy in the Suit, motioning to the Other Guy to grab an arm. "Shit," the Guy in the Suit lets out, between quick, flustered breaths and occasional whimpers.

His suit, which looks like it might have been very expensive, once, is now a soggy clump with dirty greenish brown water streaming down and off from it, his white shirt beneath clinging to his skin and revealing dark body hair beneath, except where the shirt has turned red, maybe from the dye in his maroon necktie? That watch! Lordy, that's going to be a pretty penny, Rich thinks. The worst is the smell though. The Guy in the Suit smells like when Rich forgets to take sweaty gym clothes out of his bag for a few days, or no, worse, that time he left fruit rotting in the cooler in the trunk for a week.

"Wooh!. You're a bit ripe there. How about you step back a few feet while I ask to see both your i.d.s?" The Guy in the Suit complies, his dress shoes squishing as he goes, but his hand going for his wallet at first misses his pants pocket. Instead, it slides down his thigh due, Rich guesses, to the thin layer of pond scum with which the Guy in the Suit has been lacquered, all over. "Heh heh," Rich says, "You can take your time there."

Rich runs both of their i.d's through his handheld, but, as he suspects, neither has any outstanding warrants nor any reason for Rich to hold them, other than the mischief he suspects each of them of getting up to here.

"OK, Gentlemen," he says, "Here's the thing. I think we all pretty much know what was going on here. I could haul you in but don't really feel like dealing with all of the hassle of it. For one of you, anyway," Rich smiles at the Guy in the Suit, still dripping, still whimpering, "maybe you've been punished enough for one day. Maybe so maybe not."

"Here's what's going to happen," Rich says, handing back their i.d.s, "I'm going to wait here while you both leave, separately, never to return again. You first," Rich motions to the Guy in the Suit.
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"Can I get the water and sand out of my shoes first?" Thom asks.

"Sure, just do it away from here. You really DO stink." the Cop says.

"You REALLY do," Dude in the Levis adds before Thom begins his walk of shame, hobbling back up the path, cussing as he goes.

"Don't ask" Thom snarls at two guys hooking up along the way at his usual perch. Ugh, why hadn't Thom just stayed there? Ugh, that smell.
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Hal stays still for a good five minutes after the Suit's departure before turning to go back up the path himself when the Cop halts his progress, both of his hands on Hal's shoulders.
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"Hal, Hal, Hal," Rich, the Cop says, smirking, shaking his head sideways back and forth, "you've been especially naughty today. Wickedly so."

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