Waver's beet red and hastily yanking on his swim trunks. Oh... oh shit. They saw them. They'll forget hopefully soon enough - except for the spiritually sensitive one - otherwise Waver would be worried they might have resort security on their arses or other trouble soon enough.

"Fuck. It really got in it, didn't it?"

Still. Uh yes. Shower. Shower would be good. HIS HAIR! Get that shit out. Oh... fuck, get it out before he's chased by every stinging insect in the park.

"I'll grab the shampoo." Because water will not be enough, especially as the shower isn't going to be a hot one. He snatches the bottle and glares down any judging looks that are left before marching into the shower with a huff. He's not sorry.