Finny lounged on the cloud white couch, his Gucci-slippered feet rested upon the perfectly round ottoman. The couch set was Maison Le Reve, an up incomer in the luxury furniture scene, in a couple years it had already surpassed many of its competitors in quality and price.
He had decided on Johnny Walker Blue Label for his drink of choice, though he preferred black, the price was several times greater for blue, so he opted for that. Next to him was a bottle of Louis XIII, a tenth of it finished. The crystal decanter held a slight, tan-stained rim.
Carmella came out wearing her own gown. It was as pure crisp white as anything he'd ever laid eyes on. She wore subtle dyed pink sable fur slippers. Her platinum blond hair had been done up at Perfettis one of the hotels many salons, and she had decided to remove all her jewelry for comfort. Bubbles drifted from her flute glass, decades old Dom Perigon.
Their attention was currently at their hotel rooms windows which gave a view of the crystal view under the ocean. The Twilight Zone it was called. Finny saw the divers in black scuba gear, their large flippers paddling, and bubbles drifting from their concealed faces.
"Oh, look darling. It's the room cleaners again."
"Room cleaners?" Finny let out a chuckle.
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"Well, what else would you call them? Water maids? Mer-maids?" Carmella brought her hand up to her mouth suppressing a laugh.
"There here to clean the grim off the windows, right?"
Finny watched the divers as they circled and swam around like dolphins. One turned to give him a slight acknowledgement, a nod.
The divers spread out from each other, drifting in front of the windows. A school of tiny grey fish like a cloud weaved and danced as the divers gave them way.
The black circles end to end, making a square if lines were to run between them.
"What are those things for?" Carmella took a sip of champagne.
Finny's eyes narrowed wondering the same thing.
His eyes picked up a red glow in the water, then there was more than one spot.
He froze, his mouth went dry as he tasted the full strength of the whisky, and it turned his stomach.
Carmella took a step forward, champagne flute still in hand.
"Honey...? What?"
"Run...!" Finny shouted with the realization it would do them no good.
The glass exploded as the detonators went off and the ocean rushed in to meet them. It was a science classes experiment of energies, as the partition was lifted, or in this case blown away, the chaos of the kinetic energy on the one side moved to disrupt the order of the potential energy stored on the other.
The couches, chairs, kitchenware, wall art, all the alcohol, the television were all submerged.
Nothing remained of the couple except torn clothing. Finny was a politician, one said to have gone missing during the recent scandal. The woman, they had no identification on. Authorities figured they must have drowned before the mako sharks had gotten to them.