Aruba SunSpa, El Paso, Texas, Friday

[lovemykilt]

"I told you, man," Priestly said, leading the way into the spa. "There's no such thing as a city in America that doesn't have at least one sauna. It's basically a rule." He flipped over the little pamphlet. "This one apparently does infrared." He frowned a little at the slightly silly list of purported health benefits -- wound healing? really? -- then shrugged. So long as it was nice and warm. "Plus, private saunas. Don't have to worry about a bunch of sweaty old naked men." Which, you know, was always a bonus.

[ooc: expecting one!]

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[weldedtomyspine]

"Oh, come on, how was I supposed to know? I mean, aren't saunsas, like, a Norwegian thing or something?" He was pretty sure he'd seen a special on TV about that at some point. "Besides, we're in the middle of the desert... who needs a special room to get uncomfortably hot in?"

And yet, here Jaime was, going to the spa in order to see this mythical Texan sauna.

[lovemykilt]

"This is a controlled uncomfortable heat. 100% predictable." Unlike anything at all weather related.

[weldedtomyspine]

"Hey, El Paso weather is totally predictable. It's gonna be hot."

Predictably hot!

Well, except for that brief dusting of snow a couple weeks ago, but that hadn't stuck so it didn't count.

[lovemykilt]

Oh, it counted. It was a betrayal. "Controlled, Jaime. The key word is controlled. Here we get to be uncomfortably hot only for how long and in what way suits us."

[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime couldn't help but laugh. "And when we decide we're done, what? We get to leave, and go outside to be uncomfortably hot?"

Notice how despite Jaime's objections, he was still utterly failing to actually object?

[lovemykilt]

"It beats the alternative," Priestly said. Most things beat being uncomfortably cold, in his opinion. "Though if you'd rather go for the spray tanning, dude, feel free."

[weldedtomyspine]

"I don't need a spray tan, man. Come on, genetics took care of that for me." Jaime smirked. "But, fine, I guess I'm convinced." As if he hadn't been. "So how does this work?"

[lovemykilt]

"Looks like they've got robes," Priestly said. "So change into that and then we sit around and sweat and talk and stuff."

Again, with a distinct absence of sweaty, naked strangers. That was a big part.

[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime had to admit that that did seem like a real advantage to the whole thing. "Man..." he held up one of the robes in question to examine, "these things are kind of fancy, aren't they?"

That, or Jaime didn't really know much about bathrobes. Guess which it is!

[lovemykilt]

Priestly had an idea, definitely. "They're spa robes," he said. "They're supposed to make you feel all nice and fluffy."

[weldedtomyspine]

"Oh. Right." He totally knew that.

"So, now that I've got this thing on, we... get into the box?" Cause that's kind of what it looked like!

[lovemykilt]

"The nice, cozy hot box," Priestly said. "And if it's any good we will feel relaxed and refreshed afterwards."

[weldedtomyspine]

"Well, I suppose I could do with some relaxed and refreshed," Jaime admitted. "So if this works, I'll totally admit that you had a good idea here."

[lovemykilt]

"That's all I ask." HA! "It sounds like you've had kind of a rough week or so."

[weldedtomyspine]

"Eh," Jaime shrugged. "Did Momoko mentioned that we had a... um, argument on Saturday?"

"I mean, not that it was that big a deal..." It was a big deal. "Especially considering how your month has been..." Jaime felt kind of lame for complaining, to be honest.

[lovemykilt]

"I helped her clean the kitchen," Priestly said. "Which she somehow managed to avoid doing until Monday." He shrugged. "Man, the more I do to avoid thinking about how my month went, the better."

[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime snorted. "Monday, huh? Did she tell you what was on the menu?" One of these days, Jaime was going to actually teach Momoko how to cook. It wasn't that hard!

As for avoiding stuff? Jaime could help with that... for a bit.

[lovemykilt]

"My brain kinda panicked and backed out halfway through her explanation. Some kind of casserole? She thought she had to cook the meat and the onions separately."

[weldedtomyspine]

"I feel like I'm a terrible boyfriend for letting her go this long without learning at least the basics about cooking..." THE WORST, JAIME!

"What is it they say? It's the thought that counts?" And, to be fair, it'd been edible, so it could have been worse. Karla.

[lovemykilt]

"It sounded like there was at least a little theory behind it," Priestly agreed. "And yeah, A for effort. Sorry I wasn't around to make sure she made something tasty, though."

[weldedtomyspine]

"I'll let it slide. This time. Just make sure that next time my girlfriend is in a panic and trying to cook something for me in a hurry, that you're there."

[lovemykilt]

"I'll at least try to make sure she knows where the menu is for ordering take-out," Priestly said.

[weldedtomyspine]

"It's a start, anyway," Jaime grinned. Then sighed. "Though, to be fair, I don't know that the food mattered all that much, all things considered." There had been a fight, after all.