Girls Night Out (Closed)

[samantha_grey]

Who: Samantha and Eve
What: Relaxation at the Folkvang Hot Springs
When: 178 Evening
Where: Folkvang Comfort House
Rating: PG-13 for 'tasteful nudity' (coincidentally placed steam, awkward glances but don't expect too much description.), maybe some awkward topics, but nothing serious.

In the back of her mind as thunder peeled in the distance, Samantha idly wondered why she'd never come here before. She knew the answer well enough, and the fact that the idea of taking a bath in a hot springs felt too public even if a smaller private bath was being rented.

Still, she'd been the one to suggest it, and Eve was one of the few people she was comfortable enough with that she might try it. She had been gaining a few people she was closer to, and the strange, pushy girl had a way of getting in under her skin rather easily. Somehow, she also seemed just vain enough to appreciate a bit of pampering like this place was known for.

And so she waited, self-consciously watching the road outside of the comfort house for Eve. It was getting chillier out these days. The rain pelted down outside and she rested her umbrella beside her at the wall while she enjoyed the protection of the awning. Frankly, on a cold day in hell like this, hot springs were probably a good thing. Especially when you could get a private and enclosed room with the bathwater drawn into the little pool.

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[samantha_grey]

Sam really wasn't the sort to do this type of thing much. However, she'd been dealing with so much weirdness in her life that trying to be 'normal' seemed like a good idea now and again. Seeing the girl approaching, she laughed and waved.

"Ok, you never struck me as a frog type," she said, shaking her head and motioning for Eve to follow as she headed in. "More a ferret sort."

Once they were inside, she spoke with the person at the counter, who nodded and called for one of the servants to escort them. Folkvang was a very attractive place, and they would be walking a little on their way to the private rooms.

"How've you been, Frogger?" Yes, someone had earned a new nickname.

[zodiacal]

"It was on sale," she replies, briskly and obviously trying to save face. It wasn't entirely a lie, as it had been at a cheap enough price for it to be considered a bargain when taking her salary into account, but, really. She honestly just really liked the frogs--not that she'd admit it any time soon.

She follows her inside, allowing herself to be escorted and taking in the sights. She had stopped by the comfort house before (once or twice, mostly after something particularly messy occurred), of course, so it was somewhat relieving to see that it hadn't suffered any serious damage from the battle. Still, when the other girl speaks up, she can't help but to narrow her eyes a bit.

"One," she begins, pursing her lips in annoyance. "If you think that's going to be my new nickname, you better step out of third grade. Two, I've been fine. You?"

[samantha_grey]

"Ribbit," she said, glancing over her shoulder and giving Eve a positively wicked smirk. She did, after all, have an impish streak in her. "Fair enough, though if you're going to keep putting up with me, I'm giving you one at some point, something properly embarrassing."

She turned the corner and the servant paused, motioning to the changing room attached to the little private baths. Samantha nodded and stepped in, pausing to get her shoes off. Was she taking, maybe, a little more time than strictly necessary to get undressed? She couldn't possibly be hoping Eve was the shameless sort who'd plow on ahead and get into the bath before her, could she?

"I've been alright. Pinch wasn't damaged, so I've been working on getting stock back together and seeing to a little of the cleanup work in Loki District."

[zodiacal]

She rolls her eyes, following their escort around the corner and not deigning that with a proper response. Once motioned towards the changing rooms, she steps inside after Samantha, placing her umbrella in the corner (because like hell she's leaving that anywhere else), and then bending down to remove her shoes. Without looking up from her task as the other girl speaks, she nods, more or less absentmindedly.

"That's good," she says, easily, slipping off both of her shoes and then her socks. "Pinch is your business's name, isn't it?" And, of course, just as if there wasn't anybody else in the room with her, she proceeds to slip off the rest of her clothes, folding them neatly and stacking them where she could easily access them when she came out. Once that's done, she grabs one of the towels provided by the comfort house, pulls it on, and proceeds to stare expectantly at her.

And, yeah. She didn't forget. She just doesn't care.

[samantha_grey]

Samantha nodded. "Yep, that's the one," she muttered, realizing that Eve wasn't leaving without her. Her cheeks colored a little and she paused with the buttons of her blouse. A decision had to be made, and after she gave in, she went with showing her the back instead of front.

As she undressed and wrapped a towel around her body to cover up until they were in the pool, two long and jagged scars could be seen over her back. They ran along the line of the shoulder blades but not quite to the spine. The wounds had healed, but the scars still looked nasty and when she stretched her back they didn't 'quite' pull back as far as shoulder blades usually should have, almost like there were two thin bones connecting that were meant to attach to something from her backside.

Securing it and turning, she started to walk towards the steam-filled room. "Having the shop gives me something to do most days. Helps a lot."

[zodiacal]

She cocks an eyebrow upon seeing her back, making note of the weird anatomical details, but merely chalking it up to the fact that she wasn't quite human. At the very least, scarring seemed to be one of the less disturbing things she could find on another body--and she did highly prefer to see grotesque scarring to finding out one of her acquaintances had a second mouth on some other (highly disturbing) location of their body. Scarring was normal, human, and something she had gotten used to seeing since she picked up Scorpio. Definitely not something worthy of her commentary, and as such, she simply stays quiet until they start walking towards the other room.

"That's usually one of the things a job's good for," she replies, agreeing despite the fact she couldn't help but to frown a little. As good as having money was and as good a distraction working is, she can't really appreciate it when compared to other, far more active activities she could partake in. Such was the life of a lazy teenager who preferred to be able to do things whenever she pleased, and not according to a schedule.

Regardless, once they are in front of the baths, she simply proceeds to slip in without a care in the world. This was such a good life decision.

[samantha_grey]

Samantha paused at the water's edge, dipping her foot in. It made her eyes pop open a little, how she could actually feel the heat more now than at home. It hurt, but not so bad she jerked her foot away. Undoing her towel and setting it to the side, she started to more carefully settle herself into the water, letting out a pained sigh while she worked on getting comfortable in the heat.

"God, this... actually feels good," she said, her face heating. She noticed Eve starting to get into the water herself, and this time some of the heat in her face blossomed more and her tail flopped onto the side of the pool in agitation.

I like her tan.

Shoving her tail underneath her towel in agitation, she tried not to look too openly. "I should really do this more often."

[expy]

"Duh. You sound like you've never been in a spa before," she responds, quietly, as she crosses her legs and leans against the walls of the pool. She closes her eyes for a moment, enjoying the warmth of the waters, before pausing and lazily opening one of her eyes in order to glance at the other girl. "Haven't you?"

And, really. If the answer happened to be no, she was going to have to expand her list of things Miss Samantha Gray was seriously missing out on. Even if she hadn't been invited to come here today, she would have most likely ended up stopping by during the week, anyway. The warmth of the waters were a much needed respite to her body after everything that had happened lately, and she really couldn't imagine what kind of poor, tortured soul didn't know about how amazing taking a dip in one of these babies felt.

[samantha_grey]

"I've been in a hot tub a few times. This is a lot better," she said, relaxing more finally. It was going to be pointless to look away while she talked. That would just get awkward after a while, so she stopped and tried to control a faint blush.

She really hated that part about being herself.

"It's just... I didn't used to notice temperature this much. My body was insulated against heat," she explained raising an arm and pouring some of it over the limb. "It sort of helps ... you know, in hell."

[zodiacal]

"Hot tubs aren't all that good, if you ask me. You've been missing out," she responds, matter-of-factly as she slings one of her arms over the edge of the tub--just because she could. A posture like that wasn't very ladylike in the slightest, but as she is now, her main priority was more along the lines of getting rid of every tense muscle in her body and less along the lines of making sure she was still perfectly poised. It was equivalent exchange, in her opinion.

Still, she hums a little, drumming her fingers against the floor and contemplating the wonders of succubi biology. She'd never heard anything about body temperature before, so it might be another weird world difference. "What about the cold?"

[samantha_grey]

She was in absolute agreement as she felt her muscles start to relax. The heat seeping into them made her body feel so at ease that she could actually feel herself starting to slip a little under the water, red hair fanning out around her head. She let out another soft sigh, propping both of her arms on the sides of the pool and just eased as much as she could. Her posture was no more dignified than Eve's.

"Cold's the same, could resist a little electrical current and... some other things too. Demons have to be tough, apparently, to get by in hell. It was, well, it was just hard to hurt me is all," she explained, looking up towards the ceiling.