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[b][u]Drych Lake Spa Hot Springs - Where Boys Are Doing Boy Things [s]To[/s] With Other Boys[/u][/b]

Compared to rubbing his face all over a towel, Lute's wolf whistle at the other lads seemed pretty normal to Quentin. The water mage saw Tobi run off to the hot spring, probably in clear defiance of some sign saying not to run around the slippery deck, and got into the spirit himself. Quentin dashed away, his towel flapping at his waist (had Lute been looking in his direction, Delilah likely would have been pleased) and, with a gleeful shout of, "Cowabunga!" cannon-balled into the hot spring. Ordinarily, this would have been a hare-brained idea, but Quentin was far from ordinary. He instead basked in the joy of water. Maybe, he thought, he was actually a fish in human form. Stranger things had happened, right? Like a pack of poser varrens, for instance.

Quentin resurfaced and heaved a sigh of relief and delight. He leaned back against the edge of the spring, thoroughly indifferent to the fact that his towel was now floating just below the water's surface. The heat soothed some of the ache in his tired muscles. A dude could get used to this kind of posh treatment. Quentin closed his eyes, content for the moment. He cracked his knuckles and his back, the latter eliciting a deep groan. He was really getting into this feeling when a scream pierced the air, and it was alarmingly close. Quentin's eyes snapped open. Lute was already on his feet. There was no time for hesitation; that was not the way of the water. The black-haired mage gestured with sweeping motions of his arms and hands. All around him, water bubbled and frothed until he was at the centre of a rising vortex, one that soon became tall enough for him to look over the partition dividing the ladies from the gents.

A quick scan of the situation made Quentin narrow his eyes. Estelle and Aria were in the spring and, already fleeing, was undoubtedly some ne'er-do-well voyeur. Quentin pointed at Harvey's figure retreating to reception accusatively and raised his other hand; a tall column of hot, swirling water rose at his side.

"What's all this, then?"