Savannah wrapped the towel around herself, enjoying the snugness of the fluffy material. They were obviously new towels, if that fluffiness was any indication, and, despite the warmth of the rain and the air around them, her skin protested their sudden emergence from the pool with a flush of goosebumps. The towel around her helped, though, and so, for a moment, she just watched CJ as he worked the towel over his hair with a thoughtful smile.
She liked that he looked after his hair, she realized. It was probably why Savannah liked his long hair at all -- he took good care of it, unlike many of the freaks she had met with longer hair. They kept theirs long, because it was a statement of how little they cared about the world and about themselves. Well, it was just gross.
Savannah pushed herself to her feet and padded over to her lawn-chair. From her things, she pulled out a smaller towel and leaned forward, using her fingers to comb her hair forward, then wrapped the towel around the mass of hair and twisted.
Next, she worked on the rest of her body with the towel, lifting a foot onto the chair and leaning her slender frame over it to dry every inch of her skin. Knowing that CJ could not possibly be occupied with his hair for much longer, she took her time with the activity, putting on just a bit of a show for him.
All that was required was some cheesy music.
Of course, her skin would not stay dry for very long. The rain remained at that light mist...but that was hardly the point.
At last, when the towel had run over every bit of exposed skin, Savannah reached up to undo the knot of terry cloth on top of her head as well. Her hair fell down to her shoulders, not dry but now only damp.