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The round of target practice out behind the bar wasn't as therapeutic as Alyx had hoped. Neither was the supper Gordon treated her to afterward. She's not about to go home in this kind of a funk--not without doing her level best to get herself out of it, at least.
It is with this goal in mind that she approaches Bar tonight and asks for "something to help me relax." The jar that Bar provides is labeled "Deep Relaxation Lavender & Melissa Bubble Bath." Huh. She's heard, vaguely, of bubble baths, but never tried one herself... what the hell, it can't hurt anything, right?
Alyx waddles up the steps to Room 287, and after a bit of fiddling with the fixtures, gets the bathtub sealed and filling up with hot water. She frowns at the directions on the jar. It says to add the "desired amount" to the bathwater, but there's no indication of how one would decide how much one wants. Alyx considers this for a minute or so, then pours out a generous handful into her palm, and from there into the water.
That was probably too much. Mountains of white foam start to emerge from the spot where the tap's flow strikes the water's surface. After a few seconds, Alyx can't see the water in the tub anymore. She has to stick her hand through the foam (strange how it looks so solid but gives at the slightest touch) to test the depth of the water so she can turn it off before she risks an overflow.
She regards the mass of bubbles for a long moment before shrugging off her bathrobe and stepping, carefully, into the tub. The foam overflows onto the tile as she settles down onto the floor of the tub and leans back.
Alyx just lies there, letting the water and bubbles lap over her body. The foam towers over her, muffling sound and softly filtering the overhead light. The warmth of the bath and the scent of lavender and lemon envelop her, melting away her soreness and tension away. For the first time in months, she feels completely relaxed.
It won't last, the pessimistic voice in the back of her mind says. It never does. Somehow, though, the thought doesn't niggle at her as much as it normally would. This bubble bath is almost aggressively soothing. It seems as though nothing could possibly be unpleasant now.
"Well," Alyx murmurs to herself, running one hand idly through the nearest bubble mountain. "Now, this was a good idea."
By the time she's done soaking, the water has gone cold, her fingers and toes are wrinkled as raisins, and she's feeling on top of the world.
We have got to get a working bathtub in Greenbrier.
It is with this goal in mind that she approaches Bar tonight and asks for "something to help me relax." The jar that Bar provides is labeled "Deep Relaxation Lavender & Melissa Bubble Bath." Huh. She's heard, vaguely, of bubble baths, but never tried one herself... what the hell, it can't hurt anything, right?
Alyx waddles up the steps to Room 287, and after a bit of fiddling with the fixtures, gets the bathtub sealed and filling up with hot water. She frowns at the directions on the jar. It says to add the "desired amount" to the bathwater, but there's no indication of how one would decide how much one wants. Alyx considers this for a minute or so, then pours out a generous handful into her palm, and from there into the water.
That was probably too much. Mountains of white foam start to emerge from the spot where the tap's flow strikes the water's surface. After a few seconds, Alyx can't see the water in the tub anymore. She has to stick her hand through the foam (strange how it looks so solid but gives at the slightest touch) to test the depth of the water so she can turn it off before she risks an overflow.
She regards the mass of bubbles for a long moment before shrugging off her bathrobe and stepping, carefully, into the tub. The foam overflows onto the tile as she settles down onto the floor of the tub and leans back.
Alyx just lies there, letting the water and bubbles lap over her body. The foam towers over her, muffling sound and softly filtering the overhead light. The warmth of the bath and the scent of lavender and lemon envelop her, melting away her soreness and tension away. For the first time in months, she feels completely relaxed.
It won't last, the pessimistic voice in the back of her mind says. It never does. Somehow, though, the thought doesn't niggle at her as much as it normally would. This bubble bath is almost aggressively soothing. It seems as though nothing could possibly be unpleasant now.
"Well," Alyx murmurs to herself, running one hand idly through the nearest bubble mountain. "Now, this was a good idea."
By the time she's done soaking, the water has gone cold, her fingers and toes are wrinkled as raisins, and she's feeling on top of the world.
We have got to get a working bathtub in Greenbrier.