Theodoric of York, Late Saturday Morning.
Cal knew that this weekend would be all about Tessie, so, when the idea came up of a pampering, girly day like before came up, he couldn't say no. So the two of them were lying on their stomachs, on cushiony massage tables while small, petite women (Tessie herself could have been one) walked on their backs, which was supposed to be relaxing, apparently, and maybe it was. It gave them the chance to talk, although their words were occasionally interrupted with grunts or gasps here as knots and muscles worked themselves out.
"So, I'll get to meet this gi--irlfriend of yours, right?"
"If you w--ant."
"That wasn't her at the bar last night, was--it?"
"No, that was Brooke."
"And the guy with the headthing?"
"Worf."
"Ah."
That was how the conversation tended to go, with brief pauses of noticing the massage, and then one of them would speak.
"If you couldn't convince me to get a wax then, Mom, you're so not getting me to do it now."
"What about a pedicure?"
Cal laughed. "No."
"You're at least getting a haircut. Even as a boy, you wear it too damn long."
"I'll take haircut over a wax any day."
And Tessie would laugh, and Cal would complain about her laugh, and she would explain how she was sorry, but she really couldn't help it And, with the exception of a few details here and there, they might as well have been in a fancier version of the Golden Fleece, back in 1973 before everything had changed.
[[ mostly establishing, but Theodoric's is open for any other spa needs! Cal and Tessie's girly spa day is totally interruptible as well! ]]
"So, I'll get to meet this gi--irlfriend of yours, right?"
"If you w--ant."
"That wasn't her at the bar last night, was--it?"
"No, that was Brooke."
"And the guy with the headthing?"
"Worf."
"Ah."
That was how the conversation tended to go, with brief pauses of noticing the massage, and then one of them would speak.
"If you couldn't convince me to get a wax then, Mom, you're so not getting me to do it now."
"What about a pedicure?"
Cal laughed. "No."
"You're at least getting a haircut. Even as a boy, you wear it too damn long."
"I'll take haircut over a wax any day."
And Tessie would laugh, and Cal would complain about her laugh, and she would explain how she was sorry, but she really couldn't help it And, with the exception of a few details here and there, they might as well have been in a fancier version of the Golden Fleece, back in 1973 before everything had changed.
[[ mostly establishing, but Theodoric's is open for any other spa needs! Cal and Tessie's girly spa day is totally interruptible as well! ]]