[Soothing Waters] Night Shift -- It Happens.

by **Bolivar** on December 3rd, 2013, 7:15 am

The rain of praise from Fallon herself made the whole act so very worth the effort. Of course the haircut itself was probably not the appeal but rather the placid personality that wore it. Granted that was something that Bolivar couldn't quite replicate. For him everyday living was a very interactive beast that called out for attention. There was no way he could simply seem so unbothered by the goings around him. Of course there was a calm and polished manner in how he tackled certain problems but the downtime like this between each happening was every as bit engaging for the squire.

"Oh you wound me dearest Wanda."

Bolivar didn't bother feigning injury to compliment his words. Feeling that wearing a bland expression more was his style. Though despite the placid front Bolivar's mind was racing a mind a minute. First staring at Wanda, intently then a bit unsure, and giving a roll of the eye to Fallon to her earlier words.

As if I would heed your advice.

Still it was becoming obvious that the two were seeing him as some sort of common foe. That's was no good. Granted the squire did not mind it but perhaps if they alternated between the three it would be more fun. Of course it was Fallon's fault, so that was where the squire's ire would be focused on first.

"Don't think I don't know what you are doing. It's quite obvious you know."

Referring to her earlier play of to appealing Wanda now Bolivar would have to somehow work past that bratty introduction. To do that Bolivar had to act like an adult, something he was more then capable of. Raising his hands in suggested surrender Bolivar completed the motion with a shrug of the shoulder.

"Alright alright. We can still make this work. Start fresh. No hard feelings."

Staring blankly in front of him a new problem arise. It doesn't take much and the realization of two naked woman lounging beside him in the bath set the problem off. An ironic one seeing as the squire had just said what he had said. Exasperating slightly, the squire lowered his head slightly trying to keep himself in control.

"Never mind. I lied. Hard feeling. Lots of hard feelings. Don't look at it. Unless you want to. If that's the case fine by me."

by **Fallon** on December 4th, 2013, 12:27 pm

Fallon looked at him, then promptly pulled a face and then finally rolled her eyes, ”Bolivar, release Miss Wanda will you?”

She gave him only a sharp glare, her head only rising from where it rested on the side for the duration of it. It was annoying, he was annoying and quickly becoming more of an embarrassment if not for her then for the order. They were here to relax and to cleanse themselves, not to harass the staff. She released a sigh, her head shaking, her astral hand gently gliding its way through the waters, and slowly towards them. There was a moment of contemplation, a weighing up of who she was going to tease upon first. Bolivar was the obviously more tempting of the two, his loud mouth and his insistence to cause terror was more than apparent. And then there was Wanda, a stranger in all but name and seemingly easy to embarrass. Lips pursed, eyes giving a careful narrow as she pushed back her hair,

The squire waited for him to finish his twittering, his momentary loss of composure – though small – giving her a point to exploit. A quick tongue and good timing was vital here in this moment of social control. Her lip curled a gentle lean forward of her body whilst the astral hand snaked towards him. He would be her target for the moment. Or at least until he finally fumbled.

”Yes, of course you know what I’m doing Bolivar. Completely and utterly,” Her face dropped into that of seriousness, eyes locked upon Bolivar. Her entire tone dropped, chin lifting as she stared intently upon him, ”I’ll be sure to make good use of you as a play thing tonight Bolivar. I’ll make good use of my tools because we know how much you love it when I punish you…” Her voice dropped into a purr, a distinct intense force upon them, ”And when I call you a naughty, naughty boy.” She held the stare, eyes keen upon him, ”Tell me… what would you like tonight my little Bolivar?” she traced the tip of her astral finger against hip and upwards, her eyes only briefly glancing down to the obvious, and then back up to his eyes, ”Would you like the chains… or the whips?”

She leaned back once more, returning to her relaxed and reclined position. Relaxed, she withdrew her gaze once more to let him contemplate her words before giving a gesture to Wanda and a simple pat of the side. Her face was kept straight, but that sharp spark of a devilish nature still rested in her eyes, ”So, Wanda… Is he still harassing? Or are you quite capable now of wriggling free of him?”

by **Wanda Endust** on December 8th, 2013, 6:06 pm

Wanda pinched the bridge of her nose. She wasn't a violent person, and later she'd likely look back on this whole situation and laugh. But right now, she wanted to slap herself (and everyone else in the building, but mostly herself) for being off her game.

When was the last time she'd ever actually felt embarrassed? Years ago, it seemed. And what did she have to feel embarrassed about now? A foolish customer who was acting like he may or may not have had a bit to drink?

If Wanda hadn't been peeved to begin with, she probably wouldn't have had a problem with the man. Now she was tired of cowering from the pair like a flustered doe-eyed child. She didn't have to be unhappy unless she wanted to. And she didn't want to.

Of course, in that instant Mr. Bolivar went and made things worse for the girl. She was confused at first -- what did he mean "hard feelings?" He was contradicting himself in some way.

Then Wanda realized. Oh Goddess that's...

"That's..."

She'd had to deal with certain overzealous customers before, but this wasn't exactly a work situation It was a kind of social situation.

She decided to ignore it.

Until Fallon began whatever she was doing.

The whole situation renewed Wanda's unease. She wanted to keep her composure, to show these people that she was a strong independent lady. But then again, what did their opinions matter to her? She'd been pretty sure that the pair had a totally platonic relationship but some things were too strange -- even for her. Her jaw dropped slightly at the sudden turn of events, especially since she honestly had no clue whether the other woman was joking or what.

"Uh, okaaay. Yeah, I'm... fine. I'm fine," she assured, both to herself and to Fallon (once she'd let Bolivar alone, that is). "I'm thinking I should probably go. Yeah, I should go. Y'know, get back to work. And customers. And yeah."

Wanda backed away, gesturing between the two. "I'll just leave you guys to whatever you're doing."

OOCSorry about the wait! That past few days have been really busy.

by **Bolivar** on December 15th, 2013, 3:14 pm

Shrugging nonchalantly at how his body was reacting thus far, Bolivar nodded at Wanda with a teasing look on his face.

"Indeed it is."

Blinking once, blinking twice Bolivar felt his inner pride swell at the reaction. Bolivar grew up in a place where showing off one's body was normal, though in this sense it was a different type of victory for him.

"Go on."

Only half listening to Fallon, Bolivar raised his usual incredulous eye brow at Fallon. Perhaps the lady squire had misinterpreted something from their earlier actions. Naughty? Since when was he 'her little Bolivar?'

Before he can answer the sudden turn Fallon was taking Bolivar slowly drew back. Something had touched him. Was someone honestly coming unto him? A hope it was the newcomer Bolivar's eyes met Fallon's as she gave him her ultimatum. What was she even talking about? This was the first time he had even heard of such a subject.

"I'm not quite following. Nor do I care to ask."

Oh. It was a play to free Wanda from his influence. Odd. Why would Fallon do that? To such an extent. Bolivar's eyes went back to Wanda narrowing at the realization. Fallon was probably the worst person to have along when trying to find a romantic night with a lovely other. Not only did she mark the both of them as some odd pair she was also probably doing something else to confound him even more. Though what it was Bolivar has yet figured out.

“Hmm. Back to business says you. Then shall we convene to your room? After all, like you said, it is your job.”

The slight play was Bolivar's to revive any sort of amusement he might have had for this conversation. An amorous look at Wanda contrasted with his scathing look at Fallon when he turned. Perhaps she was trying to help but whatever she was doing screwed with him more then anything. What Bolivar said next was only slightly higher then a whisper, barely reaching his own ears.

“I don't know what you said there but whatever it is you are doing, stop.”

by **Fallon** on December 20th, 2013, 6:53 pm

Fallon glanced at him and sighed. Fine, let him be grumpy. Astral hand withdrawing back to her skin she shook her head before pulling herself away. Although her intentions were far from good - though very much humorous - it only came as a disappointment that it could not be continued. There was a snort, the water swishing about as she slid away from the bemused. Wanda was locked in a sense of retreat, to escape and leave the pair be - or to just escape Bolivar's advances. Either way Fallon could not blame her, she would be doing the same given.

Holding his gaze she spoke, voice less suggestive than before but certainly to the point, "Grow up Bolivar and be a squire. The girl doesn't like it, that's more than obvious. So leave off her-" Eyes became sharp and cold, only the subtle twitch of the lids as held it. Chin rising in defiance she continued for a while, waiting for him to react - if he did at all. "- and go find someone who actually wants a go with your advances. Understand?"

There was a second shake of the head and forced movement in her legs. A bitter taste had begun to form in her mouth, the sharp sting of words. Cheeks puffed, her shoulders rolling as she slid further beneath the waters and promptly dunked her head beneath the surface. For a while - as she held her breath - there was nothing more than the echoing noise and the dark blackness caused by scrunched up eyes. Fingers massaged at her scalp, and worked their way down to her face before once more she emerge from beneath the surface. She blinked it out and brushed aside the fringe that plastered itself across her face, "What? You heard me."

With the astral already crawling its way back to her limb, the squire turned her gaze to once more across the baths. Sooner this was dealt with the better it seemed.

by **Wanda Endust** on January 2nd, 2014, 7:40 pm

OOCSorry for the shyke post. I was thinking we should probably be wrapping this up.

Even without the odd situation presented to her, and her subsequent desire to be anywhere else, it really was about time for her to get back to work. Or, rather, cowering on the floor.

Wanda kept up her backwards pace until she felt the edge of the bath against her back once more. The fellow Bolivar seemed to be puzzled by Fallon's actions, and for a moment, she wondered whether he was as innocent in the other woman's little whatever-it-was as she happened to be... But no, that had to be part of their game.

Bolivar's suggestion -- that they "convene" to her workspace -- gave her a little bit of a panic. She couldn't just refuse. It was, as he said, her job. Luckily enough, Fallon came to her defense once again. Which was strange, considering.

The whole situation was incredibly confusing for Wanda. She couldn't tell if the pair really was some odd kind of couple or if they were simply friends and she'd totally mistaken the entire scenario. She'd seen enough to support both sides, but it was probably best to not think about it too hard. She could only assume that the two weren't like this all the time. Bolivar was probably an upstanding individual.

But, from what she'd seen so far, Wanda just wanted to leave. And rest. It was pretty late for her, and she was tired. That was part of the reason she'd left the massage room to begin with, wasn't it?

She braced her hands on the edge of the pool, about to lift herself from the water when she remembered why she hadn't done so earlier. A swift, mortified glanced downward told her that, yes, her clothes were still wet and, yes, they were indeed still white. She could only hope that the low light would be enough cover as she retreated...

That is, until an attendant came trotting towards the small group. "Er, miss Wanda?" the boy quietly called once he'd gotten close enough. He, too, seemed quite confused by what he'd walked in on, though for entirely different reasons than the masseuse. Why was miss Wanda in the bath? Fully dressed? The boy caught sight of the two squires, and nodded in apology. "Sorry to interrupt... ah, Ivis said that he has a client for you."

A wave of relief washed over the girl -- both because she now had a valid excuse for brushing off Bolivar and because He has towels! Lo and behold, the attendant boy was carrying one or two tucked under his arm.

No longer paying any mind to the two in her company, Wanda hastily pulled herself from the bath. The dress clung to her frame, weighed down by the water as she splashed onto the floor. "I need one of those!" she demanded desperately, snatching one of the cloths from the boy. He looked bewildered for a moment, until he noticed exactly what the masseuse was so eager to use the towel to cover. At the realization, he blushed, shoved the cloth into her hands, and turned away. She was a coworker on duty. It was only polite to be modest.

Wanda, in turn, promptly wrapped the towel about her shoulders. No use in adding any fuel to that Bolivar fellow's fire.

With that, she turned reluctantly towards her two new "acquaintances", debating with herself over whether she should say anything to them at all. The two were probably just out here to relax, she'd gotten caught in the middle of a weird situation. She couldn't blame them for that, could she? Sure she could.

"Uh, enjoy your night," she managed, already trailing slightly towards the door. Then, to Bolivar, "Looks like you'll have to wait a bit on that massage." She did nothing to hide the look of self satisfaction on her face before she turned away. The sooner she got away from the situation, the better. Maybe tomorrow she'd look back at the encounter and laugh.

For now, though, she needed to get to the laundry room. Ivis wouldn't like the detour, but he could wait. He wouldn't like her showing back up to work drenched, either.

by **Bolivar** on January 4th, 2014, 4:43 pm

It felt as if something had suddenly crawled up Fallon's butt the way she was suddenly acting. Bolivar for sure did understood as his expression quickly dulled into it's usual deadpan expression. What fun was it if it was only he who was privy to the act?

"Sure. Call me a lecher after whatever that was earlier."

Part of him wanted to ask what had suddenly pushed Fallon to such a mood. The rest of him though was seething at the assumptions his fellow squire was suddenly making. Did they not know each other enough to know when they were being genuine or not?

Then again did he know for sure if Fallon was being serious with him? The chance for the lady squire was teasing him while he teased Wanda was there. His teeth was set shut before he exhaled. The thought made the squire pause for a moment. The mixed blood's eyebrows were set in an angry expression as the rest of his face seemed to stare off into the distance.

Hmm.

A slight movement from Wanda brought Bolivar back into the conversation grinning at the bashful Wanda. Would Wanda resent him if he said she had a nice body? A smirk found itself plastered on his face despite Fallon's interference. Never would he imagine that this little after training bath would be both so amusing and satisfying. Watching the developing scene with Wanda and her coworker only convinced Bolivar of the woman's innocence. It was darling really.

Hearing her farewell Bolivar nodded in acceptance at the woman's polite refusal. It was only normal with the way the evening was going. A few polite compliments turned into a game of making the woman blush. Bolivar was not quite sure what made him do so but for sure he was the nefarious villain this evening. The thought of following up the act with an angry retort and grabbing the girl was quickly dismissed as he settled for watching Wanda say her goodbyes.

“I'll be sure to come back some time then.”

A final play to see the cute shortie to respond to Bolivar turned back into the bath. Hearing Fallon once more Bolivar raised an eyebrow at the other squire. If Fallon was just messing with him she was taking extraordinary measures to do so.

“I hear you. Though I don't quite follow why you are telling me this. Calm down Fallsy. That's the reason we came to the bathhouse. I don't think that we'll have much time to enjoy ourselves when we are on our quest.”

The quest! They was still much both of them had to learn if they were expected to work together, that was for sure. Sliding beside Fallon he placed his hand atop the lady squire's forehead before nodding approvingly. The trip to the bathes proved itself it seemed. Now all that was left was to settle the differences that came up during this odd evening.

“You took that jape too far. As did I. Though I suppose we all have different ways of dealing with this unease of such a grand quest.”

Glancing back at Fallon, Bolivar checked if she understood what he was trying to do. Shrugging slightly Bolivar found himself smirking easily for once realizing how easy it became to talk with Fallon.

“I forgive you. Though in truth there is nothing too forgive. I think I understand. I too act scary when in truth I am terrified. Same in the way I act out when I am uneasy. Don't worry Fallon we'll win that tournament one way or another.”

Dat squire bondsIt's real!

by **Fallon** on January 6th, 2014, 1:36 pm

"Lecher? Don't tempt me," she scoffed.

So Wanda took the hint and made a hasty escape - good girl. Fallon gave a rub at her face, the fingers of her numb hand gently flexing beneath the water. There was the filthy grin on Bolivar's face as he eyed the attendant up and down, and Fallon in like simply watched as the sodden figure patted off to somewhere. Admittedly though, even she could not stop the formation of a smug expression, "And that is why I never where white and try to always have a color."

There was a firm nod as if to prove her point, before she simply eyed Bolivar and his returning comments. There was only a shrug as she massaged her shoulder, her eyelids blinking away the droplets, "You told me we were here to clean up. To make ourselves look fabulous!" She shook her head, and brushed her hair backwards, "Where you lying to me Boli-sy?" Even Fallon paused there, her brow breaking into that of a firm knit, "Bolisy doesn't really work does it? Never mind."

She wiped her brow, only to have the squire quickly once more slide into her personal space. Of course, it seemed that some members of the order did not know the existence of boundaries - not that she allowed it to frustrate her too much. The cool hand of Bolivar rested on her forehead, and it was only her own quick fingers that flicked them away, "I'm fine now. Don't worry too much. Keep your focus on the tournament not on me, got it?"

Even Fallon could smile at times. Giving a grin she gave a gentle bump of the fist against his shoulder, confirming she was indeed alright. Yes, everything would be fine and everything would work out alright. It always did in the end. She gave only a nod to him, her lip curling before finally exhaling, "I'm going to hold you to that. Winning that is. Mighty high bet you're placing on us."

And then, at last she stretched and turned about herself, "Now where are those damned towels?"

oocWoo, squire bonds! Now, I'm wrapped up.

by **Una Tanta** on January 26th, 2014, 7:09 am

Fallon :

Wanda :

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Closed [Soothing Waters] Night Shift -- It Happens.