Bill and Megan met one fateful night on the eve of Bill’s 26th birthday. They bar hopped with a pack of mutual friends, stealing glances at each other throughout the night, waiting for the other to make a first move. The two only worked up the courage to speak to one another as the clock struck midnight.
Several drinks later, they left their friends at the bar and (somehow) ended up swimming in Megan’s apartment pool, fully clothed. They were having the time of their lives, until the playful splashing became a bit too aggressive, and Bill held Megan’s head under water for a few moments too long.
“This is how it ends”, she thought, as she floated in the dark abyss. “24 years on earth was a good amount of time, I suppose; and drowning in my own pool at the hands of this attractive stranger is at least an interesting way to die”.
Just then, Bill released her head and embraced her at the surface of the water. She gasped for air.
“I thought you were going to murder me,” she sputtered.
“Nope”, he smiled. “I like you too much to murder you. You’re kind of dramatic, huh?”
She was, indeed, dramatic. And he was not, in fact, a murderer.
They embraced, laughing and sloshing about, realizing then that this warm, drunken happiness would last a lifetime.