A not-so-relaxing day at the spa.
Who: Bif and Derby What: A chance meeting at the spa. When: After the night at the bar between Bif, Tad, and Gord. Where: The Three Cranes Spa Warnings: Who knows? TBA for sure.
Derby Harrington wasn't the most easy-going spa client to say the least. The exotic beauties hired by the Three Cranes resort to administer pedicures and facials were usually bracing themselves for his shrill demands, telling them exactly where to rub or whether or not the latest foot cream stunk or if the cucumbers had enough snap to be applied to his golden skin.
When he was shockingly quiet, laying there like a scowling rag doll while Lei Yi rubbed his calves with peppermint lotion and Samira sat at his side with black coffee, the girls stole questioning glances at one another. They read the paper, sure, and they were aware of the odd lack of grabbing and fondling other clients usually gave to them in thanks, and yet Mr. Harrington did not... well, it was one less worry for them if he was gay, and it would explain a lot of the queeniness.
Derby, meanwhile, tilted his head back and breathed deeply, inhaling of the black coffee and willing with all his might for the hangover to subside. He'd drunken himself stupid last night, at home by himself. It was the most pathetic moment he'd been through in... well, ever. Derby Harrington never drank alone, but he wasn't about to call stupid Tad, and he wasn't in the mood for Gord, and for the first time in his life he found there was no one else he wanted to call. It had been such a miserable sensation, cold and heavy and relentless. He would never do that again.
The thought was so depressing, he felt the sudden urge to return to the land of the living, prepared or no. He wasn't meant to live like this! He'd find someone to attend to him.
"Thank you, ladies." he said abruptly, without much thanks in his voice. He stood, straightening the hang of his spa robe, and headed for the hall to the locker rooms.