Who: Az and Micah Where: Fitness Center, Arete Deck When: Around 12 pm Warning: Innuendo?
Alcohol, food, exercise, all were calling Az's name. The latter was chosen first if only because there was this irresistible need to get up and moving, it had been the tantamount sensation. The muscles in her back and sides were tense and bruised, and she knew that the full body ache needed to be sweated out into looseness before she could do much else. That she kept thinking she smelled the musky vanilla scent of a familiar but mostly forgotten perfume in her room was only setting her more on edge, made her want to escape that much more.
Excuses were made, and Az practically fled her room in exercise gear in order to find herself a few minutes later in the fitness center.
It was sort of ridiculous, she acknowledged as she climbed onto one of the bicycling machines and set her bottle of water in the holder beside her. That part of her had still fussed over making sure her outfit was both chic and fitting for the scene. As if something so seemingly banal would calm her nerves and make it all better. Gah, even her brain was not working, Az thought as she placed the heel of her palm against her forehead, squeezing her eyes shut. Clocks, cell phones and her brain, all (hopefully) temporarily out of commission.
Jeb had been oddly distant, at least she thought so, since she had burst into tears all over him after finding Nikko and he in the hallway outside their room. And the fact that that had made her want to actually be clingy and annoyingly attached to him at the hip only hastened her exit off to where she sat now. Pedaling a stationary bike, hair pulled back into a long pony-tail. Az did not do the obsessive, clingy route, at least she hoped she did not.
Still pedaling, she rubbed a hand over her face, careful still not to mess up her waterproof, sweatproof, nuclear holocaust proof mascara. This was supposed to be a calming vacation, not a trip into...the Bermuda Triangle?