"Rats... would've been like that strip club back in freshman year, huh Bobby?" Jim nudged Bobby a little as he headed downstairs, unbuttoning his own shirt and tossing it in his and Grace's bedroom on the way down. His shorts, he figured, would do for the water too. Grabbing a Cat Stevens 8-track on the way out, he slid the door to the patio open, turning the radio off and putting the 8-track on at a slightly higher level. The music didn't sound like a live performance, but was much smoother than the radio. "Don't you guys love that sound?" He asked no-one in particular before diving into the pool, coming up and splashing Grace.<br/><br/>