Alice flapped her tail, here and there.
Why was he always late? That git.
Didn't he know that someone could very well discover her her?
No...he wasn't quite that smart.
A picking of a lock sounded, and the gate of the pool was open. Out stepped a blonde man with fair skin, which was given a gray tint in the darkness.
"Alfred. You're late."
The American smiled cockily. "Aren't I always, babe?"
Being the proper English mermaid lady she was, she splashed his arse with water.
Then she laughed a melodic laugh. "God, love you, git."
Alfred winked. "Ditto."
I hope you liked it! It was my first precisely 100 word Drabble. I'll make...hmmm...as many as you'd like. Just request other pairings and I'll write one!