With a few strokes Angel worked his way back to the edge of the pool and pulled himself back out. He grimaced as his clothes clung to him and the water puddled in his boots. “You have more than enough shirts.” Besides, she didn’t care about ruining his clothes, and as if she wouldn’t just love an excuse to take his card and buy five more. Angel grinned wickedly and preemptively moved to block her escape through the doors.
“Yeah, but only one of this one! And the water’ll ruin my hair!” Cordelia whined in protest, even though she knew it was in vain; that wouldn’t matter to Angel. Not enough to stop him from throwing her into the pool, anyway. The second he managed to lift himself out of the water, Cordelia began to sprint towards the door, not quite realizing that Angel would reach it before she did.