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Tipsy Fish

Summer nights like this move slow. The tequila's warm in your chest, the pond is glowing gold and green under a sky that hasn't decided if it's day or dusk, and somewhere down there a fish is looking right back at you, just as loose and unbothered as you are.

This one's playful. It's the feeling of leaning over the water a little too far, laughing at nothing, watching the light break apart on the surface and swearing you saw something wink at you from underneath. No deep meaning here, just a good night, a little buzz, and a fish who's clearly having as much fun as you.