Kale glanced around, "No one's here, just pee into the water, I'll turn around," he stated.

"Here," Blaze told Kale as she handed him the empty bottle. But a little while later there was a big splash. It sounded like she had fallen in the water.

Kale cussed and quickly turned around, ready to jump after her.

Blaze had fallen in, but she looked like she was decent at drunk swimming. She cussed a little before slowly trying to make her way out.

Kale dove in anyway, helping her out of the water.

Blaze took a few moments after they got out. Then she turned to Kale and stared at him blankly. "... When did you cut off your mohawk?" she asked.

Kale sighed again, "When did you dye your hair?" he countered.

Blaze had to think about it awhile. "After a margarita," she concluded.

"Why?" he asked as he wrapped a towel around her.

"So I would look different," she told Kale as she dried herself off.

"... Why?" he asked, confused.

Blaze seemed to think really intensely in an effort to put her reasoning together. "So... when I would see myself in teh mirror... I would be different. 'Cause if I saw me different, t-en I couldn't think of you standing right t-ere," she said as she pointed next to her. "But I tried - it didn't work..." She paused before tugging at her hair. "Why is my hair always wet?" she asked no one in particular.

Kale was shocked silent for a long moment, "Why... do you want me right there?" he asked, pointing to the spot beside her.

"... You're t-ere," Blaze replied, confused, as she pointed to where Kale was currently standing.

Kale was silent for another long moment. She wouldn't remember any of this anyway, right? So he reached out and gently hugged her, arms still a little unsure of being this close to someone else.

Blaze seemed very confused. But she seemed to forget that after a moment. "You're cold," she told him as she put her arms around him less gently than he had. "... You should drink more."