Feliciano was finally joining a club. He had tried newspaper but those losers were too serious. He tried dance but they made him wear a dress and he's worn enough of those silly things. He tried cooking but he literally burnt down the kitchen making cheesecake.
However, swim had promise as well as hot, half-naked ladies. So he joined swim club.
Feliciano didn't know how to swim but that's not important. What's more important is talking to the pretty ladies. Such as Natalia, who happened to be walking by.
"Ey, sugar tits, what cup size ya rocking?" He said flirtily as he leaned on Jett, who didn't seem to notice the Italian.
"What." The blonde stated curtly. "I don't know you."
"Honey, you don't need to." Feliciano smirked.
"You don't make any sense, 'sugar tits.'" Natalia growled, becoming frustrated with the redhead.
He smiled as he neared her while she made a several moves away from him. He drew closer and closer to her as she drew closer and closer to the pool.
She quickly slipped away from him and watched as he fell headfirst into the water. Water splashed onto her feet and Jett quickly darted next to the pool.
"Can the cunt even swim!" Jett yelled, panic fueling him as he looked around the room. Only him, Natalia, and the drowning Italian were there.
"No." She answered as Feliciano struggled against the water filling his lungs.
Jett scanned the room once more, "We gonna do something?"
Natalia shook her head. Jett looked at her with fearful eyes.
She held a finger up to her lips and made a "shh" sound.
