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.