2019-11-17 - Pulling Punches at the Pool

Lilith is a total moocher, but look, the guy in charge is fine with it. She doesn't live in the building, she lives on Elm, most people that know her know that, but also, a lot of people that know her or know of her know that she's got a string tied to Byron that reaches far back and then some. Naturally, current relationship developments make it pretty easy to mooch the building's amenities. Currently, she's swimming laps in the large indoor pool and hitting them with a back and forth fury until she's breathless and worn down, incessant and furiously driven to a count.

Work wasn't distracting enough. She locked up for a couple hours to come burn off energy. The paranoid waiting is getting to her ever since the mail went and got spooky.

In fact, she's pushing too hard, because she's not breathing with gasp and rhythm anymore so much as ill-timed gasp. So when she comes up with slosh on the pool edge with pull, then lean on her arms, she's coughing up some water she inhaled with tiny choke and an 'ughhhhh' clear of her throat after. Pinching and rubbing the burn of pool water at her nose when she's done with that tiny bobble of interruption, she launches the rest of the way out of the water with pulling and water cascade to go get at her beer on one of the lounge tables where the seating is available near poolside. She's wearing a red and black splash bikini with top halter ties that's not toooooo skimpy, but it's still a bikini and she has to do the tug of booty adjusting thing before leaning to grab up the bottle and drink.

Beer probably isn't world class hydration for lap swimming, but she does what she does. She's probably not here doing this because she cares about the exercise and health part so much, the way she was hitting those laps to burn off grr.

Swimming is one of the few PT exercises that Easton actually enjoys for his leg, so having the pool nearby is more than handy, it's a necessity. He alternates running and swimming since he's technically not supposed to be running long distances on the prosthetic he has but can't help push himself. Today though is for swimming and so he has been in the pool, getting his workout in. And then decided to take a breather on a nearby chair, which somehow turned into a nap. It turns out that staying up for over twenty-four hours catches up to you even when you're used to ridiculous sleep deprivation. He wakes to a choking noise and bolts up quickly, at least to a seated position. His leg is still off so he's not going anywhere quickly just yet.

Thankfully Lilith seems to be fine and not actually in need of him jumping in, which would be an akward feat to say the least. He watches her exit the pool, not really hiding the fact that yes he's checking out her ass as she adjusts her suit. He doesn't recognize her but there are lots of tenants in other towers and it's more than possible he's just missed her.

"I kind of love that you're drinking a beer right after that."

He calls out to her without introduction or greeting.

Lilith isn't real familiar with Easton in the adult world, though she knows 'of' him. What she doesn't know is that he has one leg because she's seen him in passing in motion at the bar and at paintball, plus the whole swimsuit out of element dress down thing really takes whatever else is familiar out of the equation. Plus she wasn't paying a lot of attention, she was all for those laps after diving in, hitting them while he dozed on a chair. Now she pays attention, though, and the brunette shoves one hand back over wet hair to keep it from sticking to her face, the other hand with bottle tipping up another quick drink after she turns to eye the guy and his commentary. Then she squints a little bit at him through wet lashes, as if trying to place him there for a beat before just kind of 'whatever'ing the thought semi-visibly. Not a huge town, people look familiar a lot.

"Yeah, I'm a regular health fanatic. There's a reason people cheers with the phrase 'drink to your health' isn't there?" Lilith makes a tiny cheers gesture with the beer and drops down into a sit on the long end of a cushioned lounge near the table there poolside. She has a tiny shoulder-bag Yeti cooler that probably has more beers, especially considering she's offering him one after the little cheers with pre-emptive lean and hand out to unzipper the top, "Want one for your timeout?"

Still in a just a wet pair of swimming trunks, Easton's scarred, hairy and tattoo'ed torso is still on display. He at least starts the process of re-attaching his prosthetic limb though, with the sleeves and pads that cover his stump. He doesn't hesitate when offered the beer though, "Yup." is the quick and assertive reply. "And I'm not not being facetious, I appreciate that you're not sipping some green sludge and pretending like it's enjoyable. People need to live a little more." That or apparently drink more.

With a few more steps he manages to slide his leg into the prosthetic and make sure it's fit snugly. The limb itself reaches nearly to his left knee with some of the under padding extending up over the knee itself. He stretches it out before looking around for a shirt that he had somewhere. He at least finds a towel to rub his hair into a bit more of a reasonable shape from it's post wet headed nap wildness.

"You new in the building?"

It sounds like a pickup line even to his ear, but oh well, can't be helped.

Lilith takes a moment to downright drain the rest of her beer from half-way finished, like Easton's compliments are encouragement to do so, not to mention she's getting him one, so re-upping herself is totally in the cards. Then she unzips the cooler and yanks two beers out, eyeing him some (unabashed) to see how that leg goes on and works when it's on while the guy's there in trunks and managing to settle it. Lilith just likes to see how things work, social niceties about what she should maybe give eye-space for and not stare at are about fifty-fifty. She never really looked at the leg itself, she seems more interested in the thing attached to it, and she's almost so distracted by the motion it takes, those bottle caps about get the Lilith-treatment for habitual opening pop of denting pressure via her will.

But then she remembers suddenly, duh, stranger, public pool space, be a person, not a superhero with the beer for convenience sake. She gets out a bottle opener from the pocket to flip them both the manual way before rising up to go meet Easton with one of the bottles, tipping her bottleneck with greeting cheers toward his own, "Nope. I'm mooching. I'm basically a heathen pretending I'm fancy and like to workout. Obviously. Hence the beer." It's Stella Artois with the nice green bottle glass, "But I assume you live here because I'm also very intuitive." Her tone of voice is a bit dry with tinge of good-nature before she outright wonders with tick of her chin indicatively down toward his prosthetic, "How much do those things cost, anyway? I'm curious what medical tech is running, these days."

You know, in case someone tries to pawn a leg or something. She doesn't really find the question rude herself, she's honestly curious and has no real filter when she goes getting curious about something, seems.

Easton couldn't care less that she's watching him put on the leg. It admittedly took some time to get used to taking it off and swimming here or wearing shorts but it's been over a year now and he's just gotten used to it. It also helps that he's not exactly a shy or private person, and is just fine attracting attention to himself. He gratefully snags a bottle with a "Thanks." and then takes a big gulp of his own. "Well you're at least semi-fancy. It's Stella not a domestic. I mean true heath would be guzzling Beast from a can." Oh Milwaukee's Best, no, you are not.

"I do. I'm Easton. I live up on four." He then looks a little confused by her question. He looks down at the leg and says, "I.. most of it's covered via the VA to be honest. I think this one is the budget basic special of around ten gs? I still need to get myself a fancy running specifc one but they run about fifty k." It takes him a bit to think about it but then he's perfectly fine talking about it. Though it's clear from his initial pause that the question was unexpected to say the least.

"Why? Thinking about chopping someone's leg off and worried about the replacement cost?"

Lilith eyes her bottle for a moment before making a gust of sigh at the very idea of Milwaukee Best because damned if that wasn't in her fridge all the damn time growing up instead of food. Ugh. In fact, her father might actually have made her a beer snob because she won't drink piss beer, generally, there's no good home feeling about it. Then she says, "Fair point. I'm probably just a scalawag that's easily influenced by commercials about which beers make me uppity and exciting."

With Lilith's eyes dropped to the leg while Easton supposes guesswork at pricing for his medical tech, there's a bit of a delay on sink-in of the man's name, but after a couple of heartbeats, sink in it does. She laughs quietly when her eyes come back up to him, though it sounds like she's huffing out a bit of a laugh at the question he poses after speculating. Shifting her weight between hips, she uses one hand to reach back and start squeezing out the length of her hair starting from the nape of her neck down the back to make it dribble, looking at him a little more closely with humor before making reply, "No. I guess I could, though." Literally, but surely she's joking given that dry tone of subtle wit and good nature forwardness, right?

Then she explains her thought process a bit, perhaps, and maybe the reason she seems a little so humored in lingering beyond making her answer, "Mostly, I'm waiting for the day when someone tries to pawn one. And hell, it might be worth a re-sale to outsource at that rate." After a drink from her beer, she continues, gesturing with the bottle at him, "Easton, huh. I think I almost walked up and sucker punched you a few times on principle, back when, but I refrained. Now, I'm obviously too classy to get one in now." Her eyes cut to the beer as indicator of her fancy, see. Then she makes her own introduction, though she's not sure that he actually knows who she is, "I'm Lilith. I own the pawn."

"Scalawag? And I don't know about easily influenced. You don't strike me as the type to give a fuck." Easton grins and gives a shrug as if that's just fine by him. The statement about her considering taking someone's leg off gets raised eyebrows as he considers her again. His gut feeling tells him that it wouldn't actually be all that much trouble for her to sever a leg, at least in terms of being possible. His intuition tells him it wouldn't pose much of a moral dilemma for her either in many circumstances.

"Lilith. Pawn-shop, Lilith. Thorne was just talking about you last night when we were drinking." He takes another gulp of beer and asks, "But you lost me on the sucker punching. I'm sure you have a good reason, but for the sake of time would you mind just telling me? I'm afraid it would take me too long to guess." There are no shortage of people he pissed off in this town as a kid, and a couple as an adult as well. It's just easier if she tells him.

"And it's not a sucker punch, but I promise to keep my hands behind my back if you still want to take a shot?"

The doctor opens the door to the pool, towel over his shoulder, peering inside. His initial impulse, as is usually the case when there are others present at the Bayside's amentities, is to leave, and come back another time when it's deserted. Two people isn't too bad, though, so he heads in.

Jacob finds a lounge chair, tossing his towel down, and then stripping his clothes off, leaving the redheaded man in just a black speedo. He walks over to the stairs to the pool, casts another glance at the other two people present, then climbs in, dunking his head into the water, then starting on casual laps back and forth.

He has some visible muscles on him, flexing as he swims up and down the length of the pool. He probably takes decent care of his body, inside the pool and via other means as well.

"Oh. Was he? Nice things, I hope? He's the reason I wanted to punch you. I didn't like people being mean to him since we were so close as kids, but I figured he didn't need a girl to fight his battles. Plus, I was being a brat and hiding from him with a whole lot of teenage emo issues, I think, by the time you started really laying into him. Didn't kill the urge, of course, but..." Lilith shrugs a tiny bit and still looks a touch humored at the spark of her over-blue eyes despite the casual tone and relative deadpanning of words and expression as she considers Easton's offer for a free shot on him. Her tongue ticks to work press against a canine, then tap a few times while she considers, then wavers fifty-fifty, apparently, on whether or not she's going to do it. Hell, be careful what you offer this one, apparently. Shameless.

"You know. I don't actually want to anymore, but it's also oddly tempting just because you're telling me to. And it might feel good and therapeutic, who knows." Then her head cants a bit to the side and her lips twitch a bit before she theorizes, hand stopping squeeze of her hair to tousle and loosen the wet strands into waves with her fingers while talking and eyeing the guy, "I mean, Byron's letting you live in his building and apparently having drinks with you, so he's probably good and fine and not emotionally traumatized by your teenage mean streak, so there's absolutely no reason. Except for the idea that you'll let me, of course. Before I decide, can I know the percentage of people that take you up on that offer? Because I feel like it's not the first time you've thrown that out there for late penance. And I'm curious."

"OH! You and Thorne go that far back." Easton nods and takes a drink of his beer. The two of them are sitting on lounge chairs, yes drinking beer out of glass bottles in the pool area like rebels. Or drunks. He kind of forgets about the offer when someone new enters, another face he doesn't recognize. The choice of swimsuit gets slightly raised eyebrows of interest. Whether because it labels Jacob as a serious swimmer or Easton's just checking him out as well isn't clear.

"God I love getting a good punch in. It really does help sometimes." He also doesn't mind taking a good punch sometimes, that also can help work somethings out too. When asked about how many people take him up on that offer he shrugs and says, "Here? Not many. More so with the guys.." He doesn't finish with what guys. "But Erin Addington owes me at least as much as Thorne. And I offered her too. Even offered to teach her how to punch first." Of course then she and Geoff broke up and she moved out of the building so he hasn't seen her much. "And I'm sure there are plenty of others who rightfully have a claim to knuckle my face in."

Jacob gets in a few laps before taking a brief break at one end of the pool. He realizes that he forgot to stretch beforehand, which is pretty piss poor form. He knows better, but the slow rate of his laps almost suffice for a pre-workout stretch. Almost. He grabs the edge of the pool and does some basic stretches, rolling his shoulders, stretching one arm, then another, then doing similar stretches with his legs under the water against the side of the pool.

He's not really paying attention to the other two, though bits and pieces of the conversation pop into his ears despite best efforts otherwise. Especially Easton's mention of Erin. He keeps hearing Addington in one way or another in town. Plus he hired Erin recently at his clinic. Doesn't quite think she's the type to be throwing a punch at anyone? But he's not the prying sort

Eyeing Lilith's beer, something inside Jacob's head fires. He pulls himself out of the pool and heads back over to his claimed lounge chair, grabs his pants, and pulls out a flask, taking a swig from it before closing the lid again.

"Pffft, Erin's not going to punch you, but with her independent woman schtick lately and my personal influences, hell, maybe she will if you hit her up again with the offer. And I assume Byron didn't, or I would have heard about it, because men like to brag about punching other men when they get a good satisfying shot in. I've seen him box with Kelly One..." Probably the Joey Kelly-twin considering he has the punch gym, "You standing still and him getting a good shot in, oh, he'd be bragging and I would have ate it up with proxy satisfaction and manly man punch imagery. Buuuuut..."

Jacob is in the pool area now, maybe if it had been just Easton and Lilith, she would have shamelessly up and slugged him for kicks and to raise the percentage, plus the guy might get a rush off of getting whacked by a hot woman! She knows how irrational boner-fodder works, okay. Past job experience. Just as she's visibly taking a mental leaning toward doing it, Jacob gets his heart-rate up and gets out of the pool to slosh out and go for his chair of things and the flask, and she remembers suddenly she doesn't live in the building, it's Byron's building he manages, and MAYBE the woman he has around mooching shouldn't be punching tenants in his fancy apartments. Even when they offer. For now. But there's a reason the phrase 'catch me outside' exists, so she's thinking maybe she'll surprise him instead one day and act like a lady now. Urges and planning, guys.

"Okay. I might. But I'm not going to tell you when I'm taking my free shot, it makes it more exciting. I'm also feeling well-behaved given I'm borrowing a pool privilege, so maybe I shouldn't get in trouble and lose that. Byron might downright put me over his knee. Which is hot and all, but gosh, he gets cranky sometimes. In that vein, though, you got some lady you're living with that's going to come find me and punch me back? I feel like this is a valid concern and question." Then she gestures with her bottle toward where Jacob is, asking Easton, "Also, why aren't you wearing a speedo like him? You know what kind of confidence is involved in wearing a speedo? I feel like I should congratulate him." She's probably easy to overhear, but all the same, she lifts her voice some to call over with a slight smile the doctor's way, "Kudos on the speedo. What's in the flask?"

"Erin, I think might just haul off and slug me if I remind her of some of the very, very good reason she has to do so." Easton demurs at the challenge. "But no, Byron hasn't punched me yet either. I should take it up with him at Kelly's, I'm trying to get back into fighting shape but I've got a long way to go." And getting beat by a very cute little girl in the boiler room the other night was not in fact boner-fodder, more boner-killer. Granted he was actually fighting and lost, and not just letting someone punch him for their mutual satisfaction so who knows.

"I agree." He smirks and thinks he might see a little of what Byron sees in Lilith. "And while yes, I'm living with someone. I can't really imagine Bennie Oakes going after anybody ... ever. I mean maybe to hug them? Or like grope them. But not really the punching, slapping kind." He looks over at Jacob at the speedo comment and says, "I don't think I own one anymore. Which you're right, is a damn shame." It's not like modesty has ever (EVER) stopped Easton from doing something in the past. He nearly chokes on his beer though when she calls out to both congratulate him on the speedo AND ask about the flask that he was totally going to let slide.

"Wow. You are uh.. straight forward."

Jacob was just in the process of tossing the flask back down, when he's, uh, complimented on the speedo. He turns his head to regard Lilith and doesn't say anything in particular to the line about the speedo. He's not trying to show off, but swim trunks just get so messy once you get out of the pool. And it's a matter of habit at this point anyways.

As to the question, he pauses for a moment, before replying to the contents of the flask. "Unhealthy coping mechanism. Doctor's orders." Jacob takes the lid off once more, and takes another sip rather than a swig as before, closes it, and tosses it back down on his clothes. "Whiskey." he elaborates.

The tall man climbs back into the pool, but doesn't set about doing laps. He just kind of finds a spot, ending up relatively close to Lilith and Easton, and does more stretches. He ends up treading water at some point, doing slow motion punches and kicks. Some kind of underwater resistance training, maybe? It's not overly clear what he's doing from outside of the water, regardless, but his head bobs to and fro, wet strands of ginger hair and his full beard clinging to his face.

"What I am is forward thinking. If he has something in the flask that's more satisfying than beer, and I just fluffed his ego with the Speedo compliment, we're pool friends now and I can have a swig if I get so very inclined and charm it out of him." Lilith is probably joking, but the way she talks, it's a little hard to tell. Mostly, though, the fact that she's saying it right in front of Jacob and audibly to Easton without lowering her voice probably indicates she is, and just to ensure people know she's kidding, she sends a flash of a smile over Jacob's way. Then she takes another drink of beer and lets the guy go back to the pool instead of asking for a swig, because she honestly doesn't want whiskey right now anyway, despite being utterly shameless in the case that she might have.

"Can't argue with a doctor, though. I've tried. Mostly if I want a letter of discharge from the hospital when I go getting hurt, I have Thorne schmooze a nurse. He has a leg up there, anyway." The brunette makes a good-natured call after Jacob as he goes to settle back up in the water. How often does this lady go to the damned hospital? A lot, but it's probably not worth getting into and hey, it's Gray Harbor, Easton knows how life here goes, at least. Then she bats her lashes a few times with sudden remembering or realization while looking back over at Easton.

"Oh, Bennie? She's your girlfriend? She's nice. In fact, because she's nice, I kept something she defaulted on in the pawn just in case, because it was engraved. And while I generally melt down precious metals for direct ounce sale when they're etched personally like that, I don't always do it when they're nice or a local because it feels like a dick move, and I have to be a hardass with people enough when it comes to loans and haggling and defaults."

"I also live upstairs and have a bar's worth of liquor at my place.." Easton replies and then clarifies, "Not that I'm inviting you up for a drink. I mean I am." He shakes his head and says, "Nevermind. If you'd like a drink, feel free to stop by anytime. That's all I meant." He shakes his head at his own incompetence in being casual there. He blames the bikini.

"I need to see that kind of doctor" is all Easton has to say about the doctor's orders. Though he gives Lilith a knowing smile about having to break out of the hospital. It's a surprisingly common occurrence here in town.

He's not surprised that she knows Bennie. He is surprised to hear the next bit, though he immediately realizes he should have put two and two together faster. Of course she's had to pawn things. He nods and says, "Well thanks, for holding on to it. I'll stop by and settle up for it this week. But, don't tell Bennie. It'll be a nice little surprise." He shakes his head a little, realizing he still hasn't grasped the depths of scraping that Bennie had to do to get by in her life. A near totally foreign concept to him. Still.

And with that he stands and throws his shirt and towel over his shoulder. He nods to the two of them, "Lilith. Speedo Guy. I'll see you around." Yup, he's Speedo Guy at least for now anyway. And with that Easton makes his way out of the pool area, still drinking his beer, but now with a little self-satisfied smirk on his face.

Jacob rolls his eyes a little at Lilith's comment about taking a swig. In truth, he probably wouldn't mind if she asked for the whole thing. He's got plenty more where that came from anyways, probably not unlike Easton, though possibly for different reasons.

The comment about being stuck in the hospital catches his interest. The way the woman phrased her statement implies that it's something of a regular occurrence. "..do you end up in the hospital frequently?" Something of a more clinical tone to that question. And then he notices that the two of them both have the shine about them. Oh, okay, that seems about on par with what he's run into around here so far.

"Well, I'm still accepting new patients, office is down on Maple. Can't quite offer the same prescription to everyone, though." he says to Easton, just before he heads out. "Have a good evening."

Lilith seems a touch amused at the way Easton kind of stumbles over the drink-invitational, but lo and behold, she doesn't tease him about it with her forward no-filter little self. Instead, she thinks about how he mentioned that him and Byron had been drinking and talking, and she likes Bennie, so a double date for drinks in the building with one of his tenants doesn't sound so bad for stop-in. Especially once he's stated his plan to come surprise Bennie with a pick-up from the Pawn. She seems to visibly be charmed by the idea of it and makes a little criss-cross gesture at her bikini-boosted little heart to swear silently that she's mum's word about it. Plus that means she gets her loan money back, so that's even nicer. The woman does run a business, after all.

"Sure thing, drinks and hanging out sounds good. And I'll be around the pawn whenever you want to come do a pickup. Be good, slugger." The man might not be, guys can change from their teenage douchery, but she knows rowdy when she meets it because she's a little rowdy too sometimes. After a wave after the departing guy, Lilith drains the rest of her beer, then rises up to go to the jacuzzi tub bubbling with spillover adjacent connection to the heated pool so she can slip into it and answer to Jacob nearby. But before she answers, she takes another look at him, the kind of look that goes a little hazy and distant with seeing him in other ways and when that heartbeat of time is done, she bats her lashes twice.

Settling down and sliding seat space in the water to pick a jet to lean against, she says, "Unfortunately, I do end up in the hospital more than people should be in the hospital. I've just got that kind of luck, I'm not sick or anything. We could call it clumsy, but that's not quite it either, plus it makes me sound like an abused spouse if I say it that way." She knows he can see she's not sick after her survey of him, but natural conversation does what it does for the sake of normalcy on first meetings. Not everyone that shines and has a way about them is familiar with those ways, see. No need pressing it right off the bat.

"New patients, though. So you're the doctor running your health-flask prescription. I dig the excuse to have a nip even better now. What's the name on the office? I'm Lilith, by the by."

The doctor gives his head a little shake. "Yeah, I think I know what you mean. Some people just.." and he shrugs, not bothering to finish the sentence. She probably knows where that line of dialogue was going to go anyway. Easton's shine wasn't exactly subtle, but Lilith's is not unlike a lighthouse in the night. He looks a little closer at Lilith, and finds that she's not altogether unlike him, at least when it comes to glimmer-fu.

"Jacob Winters. Nice to meet you. No, uh, no real name on the office. The sign just says 'Doctor's Office'. Never could get into docs who used names like.. medi-urgent, doctor express. Seems like they're more focussed on marketing a business than actually helping people? But I digress." He'd stopped doing his thing sort of approaching exercise at some point, and treads water over to the edge of the pool closest to Lilith and the jacuzzi. "It's either the bottle or the shrink. And the shrink wasn't really working out for me so well. Especially when they try to get you on certain scrips and you're practising medicine. Alcohol, just have to get down to Safeway and back."

"Honestly, it is good to meet a doctor, considering my penchant for needing one here and there, so it's nice to meet you too. Especially the kind in the helping-people bend of things instead of the marketed brand or the mass production hospital mill." If Lilith is going to mention his particular way about doctor talents on top of that as a boon, it's not going to be to him right now, but it's obviously a boon she sees too. For as much as she can help her friends when they're direly hurt, she can't ever help herself despite being in a way to need it here and there. Or more than that, let's be fair. She's a trouble magnet and Jacob might be kind of attuned to the idea of why given how she shines in the backdrop.

"Anyway, nips are no big deal, even as a professional. Because look..." Lilith flips her hand to gesture over toward where her cooler is before knocking it back through her drying hair to loosen the strands from sticking so they air out more into waves, absent finger motion, "Back in the day, doctors used to prescribe whiskey and cocaine for everything and say people had ghosts in their blood-- there's probably something to the actual use of whiskey nips for nerves. And it definitely works with honey and lemon for a cough, I know that. It's when it turns people into junkies that it's a problem. Also shrinks want you to talk and sometimes hearing the words aloud sucks more than holding it inside to rattle up over. I mean, I guess that's the therapeutic point, getting it out, but getting things OUT doesn't make them go away, so whatever."

Lilith clearly isn't into shrinks, though honestly, back in the day, she probably could have used one as a teenager. As an adult, she's just kind of developed coping mechanisms instead, don't we all? Even doctors do! And she's apparently on his side for being forward about it.

Jacob nods to the initial statements. "Yeah, I just kinda.. went through some things at the end of med school, ended up looking for a place to set up far away. Research told me that Gray Harbor was in need of some doctors, so here I am. I do after hours work, urgent care.." He pauses for a moment, looking around to make sure that the pool is otherwise unoccupied, which it appears to be. "Discretion, for the types that aren't able to go to the hospital for one reason or another."

Jacob eyes the cooler. "True. Medicine has progressed a bit over the years though. Now we've got huge pharmaceutical companies selling worse drugs for big profits. Not so much with the ghosts, at least." He shrugs again, then pulls himself out of the water just by the jacuuzi. The water cascades down his body over his decently muscled form. His speedo seems a bit, uh, tighter fitting, if it had been looked at in a particular manner previously.

The doctor doesn't linger though, heading back towards his lounge chair as he speaks further. "Sometimes it doesn't matter how much you talk about things, they just don't actually come out. They just linger. And talking about them doesn't bring them back, either." He wraps his towel around himself, grabs his clothes, and heads towards the door to the pool. "Heading home. Maybe I'll see you around some time. And, uh, the bikini looks good on you." He sounds really unsure about that line, but with that said, he heads through the door.