"Awww, isn't that sweet of you?" Lydia muttered. "... Alright but I'm getting in the jacuzzi. At the risk of you passing out and drowning, I suggest we use the jacuzzi opposed to the infinity pool. I don't want to rescue your drunk ass. Plus, I sink like... um. I just don't like swimming. Alright. I'm going to go change into a swimsuit because A, I'm not getting in there in my underclothes, B, I'm not getting in there naked, and C, I really don't want to be the one who helps you get to the jacuzzi or WORSE helps YOU change. That's all up to your minion. So... later." she walked off to her room to change into her swimsuit. She changed into her best top, wondering if she should really be thinking this hard about getting in a jacuzzi with a drunken Adrian. Worse, her drunken worst enemy. She shrugged it off, slipping a pair of swim shorts over her bottoms, finding that to be more comfortable. I hope he doesn't pass out or throw up in the jacuzzi. I'll literally kill him.