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Tom laughed good naturedly at Grace as she whined about him taking the planner, quietly tossing it away behind his back as far as he could - which, considering it was a big room, was pretty far. [color=SteelBlue]"We're not here to maximise efficiency or whatever. The most productive use of our time is just doing what we want to when we're together."[/color] He noted, trying to soothe her with that surprisingly profound (he thought it was profound, at least) point. He continued smiling at her when she very evidently calmed down. [color=SteelBlue]"Because being spontaneous is what life is all about, Gracie. This isn't the big wide universe with stars and equations and entropy, it's a resort, we should just do whatever we want, that's how we'll have the most fun! And fun is what makes life... well, fun."[/color] He looked towards the door. [color=SteelBlue]"Damn right it should, with how expensive this place looks I bet this hot stone massage will be awesome..."[/color] 

And so the pair left their luxurious beach hut and began to head over to where the hot stone massage was going to be taking place. On the way, they briefly stopped to look at Powers' impressive looking hut. He saw Grace looking down at the director's luggage, and that's when he too noticed the suspiciously gun-looking shape inside one of the bags. But to be honest - Tom didn't think much of it. Powers was probably the most paranoid and overly intense mad alive, he probably took an assault rifle with him when he went to the bathroom, let alone on a vacation in a United States unincorporated territory (Tom had to keep reminding himself that the US Virgin Islands wasn't an actual country). So while Tom had to wonder about how Powers got the weapon here, he didn't really find himself too worried about it. And the thought left his mind completely when Grace took his hand and lead him to the massage hut. 

Just like every other building in this resort, the massage house was super swanky. It looked like something out of an Ancient Roman resort, with the big marble columns and the statues of the dolphins on the inside. He continued to admire the interior of the room while Grace confirmed with their appointment with the receptionist. When that was done, the couple headed down the hallway and to the door that was marked as Ocean. While not as extravagant at the entrance hall, it looked more or less like Tom would expect it to - nautical, and with the stuff that you need for a massage. [color=SteelBlue]"It is totally perfect."[/color] He agreed, looking down at Grace with a smile and giving her a smooch on the forehead after she kissed his chin. 

Tom didn't have to do much to get ready - he was already wearing a pair of appropriate swim trunks, so all he had to do was unbutton his shirt, looking down to do so. When he looked up, he was almost blinded by Grace's uncharacteristically bright pink bikini. Tom couldn't help but admire his girlfriend for a moment before sitting down opposite Grace on the other massage bed, looking at Grace. [color=SteelBlue]"Yeah. We don't... Hero work takes up a lot more time than I think."[/color] He shook his head, before responding in quick fire answers. [color=SteelBlue]"Favourite movie - The Batman with Robert Pattinson. Favourite food - chilli dog. Favourite ice cream flavour - mint choc chip. Favourite animal - falcon. Okay, now your turn!"[/color] He said, smiling. 

[@Hitman]