[img]http://i.imgur.com/dGAXuQU.png[/img] [b][u]Drych Lake Spa - Corridor[/u][/b] "Woah woah WOAH!" Tau cried out as the bullets ricocheted past. Sure, nothing was broken, but what the heck?! Was she trying to get him fired?! Still, Miss Pix started talking about giving out autographs of all things, which at first Tau looked completely and utterly perplexed at. Either this girl thought a bit too high of herself, or... or... "Why, are you gonna be famous? Are you already famous?" Hook, line and sinker. His striking green eyes sparkled as he brought his hand up to stroke his chin. He looked away from Trixie deviously. "I could get some good gald down the line if you will be..." "And what, prey tell, is all this noise about?" A voice spoke out. Tau froze. Slowly, falteringly, he turned around... [img]http://i.imgur.com/glCflH3.png[/img] Penelope stood over them both, once more with that sweet smile across her features. Now it was Tau's turn to break out into a cold sweat. "Ms Ste! I... uh... uh..." his eyes darted to Trixie, "cra-wait i mean drat! Come on! RUN!" With that he gestured to the Prankster and rocketed off down the corridor. Thankfully, Pen made no move to follow, instead putting her fingers to her forehead. --- [img]http://i.imgur.com/AspPjae.png[/img] [b][u]Drych Lake Spa - Reception[/u][/b] [i]"Rhoden, love, how does it look from back there?"[/i] Rhoden didn't seem to notice her words, staring transfixed through his binoculars. Those immaculate curves, the way they caught the light, that wonderfully soft appearance... "Divine... yes. Divine..." he muttered completely unabashedly. "Please, Marcy, use that walk more often. Please." He cleared his throat all the sudden. "Anyway, I feel like a little walk, if you know what I mean," he winked. "Care to join me?" --- [img]http://i.imgur.com/ylO8F8C.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/AXy5Xzf.png[/img] [b][u]Drych Lake Spa - Manicure/Pedicure room[/u][/b] Amy dragged them right in there, and to be honest Moira had no intention of protesting either. The pair charged in, leaving the very reluctant Syed trailing along behind them. Thankfully another member of staff arrived right at that moment, seating them down and lighting the candles as they sipped at their drinks. This was the life. Moira kicked off her slippers. "Cor, I need some TLC down here," she sighed, wiggling her callused and blistered toes. "We do waaaaay too much walkin'." "Heels probably don't help-" Syed started, removing his own footware with much less enthusiasm. He was quickly cut off by a flying slipper slapping him square between the eyes though, nearly knocking him off his chair. "SHUT YER TRAP!" Moira bellowed, before she was gently shushed by the assistant. And with that, their feet were placed into small, beautiful bowls to soak and soften. More drinks were offered to those who wanted them - Moira most certainly being such a person - and they were allowed to recline and relax against those fluffy and soft towels which were placed behind their heads. "You know, this is where we have a girly chat," Moira spoke. Syed immediately closed his eyes and turned his head away - he didn't need it pointing out. Moira instead turned to whom she considered her best friend. "Well, I'm sure as hell glad you look better after that shit at the creepfest. You are alright though, right?" She frowned, having another chug. "We can talk about it if you want...? I know I feel better about shit after I shouted about it a while and punched some dudes." Syed didn't say a word, knowing it best if he stayed out of this conversation. He couldn't help his fists clenching subconciously at the memory, however.