Carb-loaded and ready for a fight
It was a gloomy morning. The rain continued to fall. Streams of water flowed across the once dry street. Flashes of lightning closely followed intermittent rolls of thunder.
A shadowy figure stopped in the doorway, their eyes surveying the room, their glance pausing at tables in the darkened corners. They walked across the room, pulled up a chair and sat down. This scene was repeated over the next half-hour until all eight had arrived.
Customers at nearby tables glanced at the group, quickly turning away to avoid being noticed. They didn't know why, but somehow they knew - not to f... with these swimmers.