Dillon sighed, "Yeah, if we have to go to one or the other. I'd prefer if you didn't drown..."

"The jacuzzi it is, Dill Pickle!"

"I hope you don't remember that nickname in the morning..." she said as she helped him down from the counter with busting his head open. Allowing him to lean on her for support she proceeded to lead him toward the jacuzzi. "Okay, how are we going to do this?" she asked as she leaned him against the jacuzzi. 

He began to clumsily take his shirt off, but mid way through he found himself stuck with his arms twisted in odd directions. "Hey, uh Dill?"

Dillon quietly snickered to herself before helping him, "I gotcha," she said as she waded through the mess he found himself in. Finally taking off his shirt revealed not only his well-muscled body, but also his scarred chest, arms, and back lined with thin and thick slash marks. The scars arched across his chest in wild, random patterns.

"Geez! Where di-" before she could even finish her sentence Adrian had found himself a comfortable spot in the jacuzzi. "H-hey! Your pants are still on!"

"Heh, what? You think you can get my pants off on the first night? Maybe another night, Red."

She blushed a bright red, "T-that's not what I meant!"

"Aww yeah, this feels gooood."