Mercedes shakes her head and covers her mouth as she laughs. "Nah, mate. I don't think that seeing a man parade around dressed up as a nurse is my thing. Especially not with those knobbly, hairy legs." She laughs and clings on to Scratch as he moves around, trying her best to overpower him. She shrieks as Scratch pulls her down with him. "Stop it, you knob!" Mercedes laughs and pulls on his shirt.

"I'd much rather be the one wearing wearing the uniform" Mercedes gives a playful wink and jokingly grabs onto one of Scratch's legs, pulling on it slightly. "Yeah, yeah. I absolutely adore your lovely hairy legs and your gorgeous manly feet." She laughs and continues to hold on, not showing any signs of giving up. In all honesty, she doesn't even know why she wants to keep hanging on and dunking him. Mercedes just really enjoys his company and feels safe with him around. "Yes but I was bored. You're just doing it to be mean." She teases him and splashes Scratch again before darting away when she sees him lunge towards her.

Mercedes shrugs and pulls Scratch closer. "Yeah, I had a feeling you'd prefer that. Just a shame that Big Brother won't be providing one any time soon." She winks and splashes him again with some force. "I'm not cruel. I'm a girl, just let me win!" She laughs and swims away, making a quick escape out of the pool. Mercedes runs across the garden as fast as her wet clothes allow her and makes her way into the house, closing the patio doors and flipping off Scratch while laughing.

Scratch knew Mercedes was teasing him. She was confident and clearly good at it, which he liked. A bit of playful flirting never hurt anyone after all. "Yeah, that's a damn shame, you would look amazing," he winks, pinching her hip again and laughing. When she then leaps out the pool after splashing him and runs away, Scratch pulls himself out after her and dashes for the door, but he's not fast enough, and finds himself locked outside. "Ah man, you knob," he shouts through a loud laugh. When she flips him off, he feigns shock and then pretends to moon her, laughing again. "Lemme in, fam," he chuckles. "I won't splash you, cross my heart."

Scratch looks in the door at the way she's smiling when she's holding it closed. She was clearly having fun, and that was always a good thing in his eyes. He loved to see his friends enjoying themselves. When he turns around and she's not at the door anymore, he opens it and comes inside, starting to run after her. "Right, get back here, you tool," he jokes, running across the room. He tries to leap the table and almost falls flat on his arse, before he finds his footing and chases her straight into the bedroom, laughing.

Scratch did not expect to see what he did when he charged into the room. If she was hiding or waiting to jump out and scare him, he wouldn't be shocked. But the fact she's stood there almost naked when he runs in totally surprises him. Even though she grabs a towel and covers herself, he's still distracted enough to run straight into the bed they share, his legs giving way as he hits the bed knees first, sending him sprawling forward. Laying face down on the bed, he starts to laugh at his own stupidity and the fact that he had been so distracted he had fallen so ungraciously. "I swear I didn't look," he says with a little giggle, his voice muffled a little by the bed. "Carry on, my eyes are covered," he says, putting his hands over his eyes and chuckling.

Mercedes laughs and shakes her head when Scratch falls. There's something very endearing and lovable about him. Mercedes is always drawn to people who are naturally upbeat and fun rather than the ones who try way too hard. She can always sense who's fake and who's genuine. Mercedes tuts and hits him on the back of the head with her shirt. "Get off the bed, you. You're making it all wet." When she hears Scratch say that he won't look, she scoffs and playfully smacks his backside. "Yeah right. I'm going for a shower. Need to get the smell of chlorine off me. You can...entertain yourself for a bit." She smirks and grabs some fresh clothes.

After getting changed and dried off, Scratch comes into the living room a while later, whistling to himself. It seemed quiet tonight, even after they had all enjoyed a laugh in the pool earlier. He yawns and stretches as he walks to the kitchen and then goes back to the patio door. Staring through it, he smirks. "You'll be back, chicken, you funny little metaphor," he chuckles to himself, shaking his head. He knew the chicken from earlier wasn't real, mostly a daydream, but his apparent fascination with it had brought everyone together for a while, which he thought was cool. If he could be the class clown and bring a smile to people's faces from time to time, he was on board with that role. He loved to see people laugh. Going to the kitchen, he pours himself some cereal and comes back into the living room, sitting on the couch with his cereal.

After eating his cereal, Scratch looks out of the window again, seeing Jayne in the pool, fully clothed. It would have seemed normal, aside from the fact she was alone. It made him chuckle. He cleans his bowl and then heads outside, lighting a cigarette. "Wagwan, blondie?" he asks as he gets closer, pulling himself up to sit on the edge of the pool as he takes a puff of his cigarette.

Scratch laughs, sending a cloud of smoke unevenly darting across the pool. "It means what's going on? Rasta speak, innit, fam?" he winks at her.