"Yessss," Scotty moaned at deeper pressure. The knot Ivy was working on was one that he knew of, but had just sort of accepted as being stuck there. Having it worked out was amazing, and while he didn't know if Ivy drank, he was seriously considering offering her one of his prize beers when they got there as payment. Or just as appreciation.
"Knowing the muscle names and shit is cool," he said, his words slightly slurred just from comfort. "I guess I never thought about what goes into getting certified doing this? I mean, of fucking course, you gotta, that makes sense. You just always see those assholes in malls, though. You know what I'm talking about?"
Her question almost threw him off, like being a sky diving instructor had completely left his mind. Maybe it had, in light of everything. It still earned a small chuckle. "Yeah, that probably wasn't going to be a career thing, but just a fun college job. Yo, but listen, you need five hundred jumps under your belt to be an instructor, I had... Shit, upwards of four, yo. I got my A and B licenses, probably would have had my C if not for the shit with my dad... Yo, you ever jumped? Tandem, or anything?"