The Spa Part Three
The bed had been too comfortable, his room had been too dark, or he had been too tired. Whichever reason it was, Percival had woken up too late, which threw his entire mental schedule for the day out of whack.
He hadn’t realized that he had slept in for those first few moments of the morning after waking up. At first, he was discovering that, no matter how he decided to roll over, every position in the enormous bed was blissfully full of comfort for him. It took a few minutes for him to finally notice that the light coming through the windows was too bright for his usual early morning. That was all it took to wake him, and he swiftly hopped out of bed and dashed out into the living room to see if the others were awake yet.
Yes, Beatrix and Devon were awake. They had apparently been awake for quite some time, judging by the enthusiasm with which they greeted him. They were each wearing a unique silk bathrobe, and Beatrix had her thick, orange hair pulled up on top of her head with a towel.
“Good morning, sleepy,” Devon greeted him pleasantly. “We thought you were going to waste the whole day.” He held a plate of blueberry and whipped cream crêpes under Percival’s nose. “Try the food; it’s delicious and also free.”
“Ew, don’t eat yet,” Beatrix said, pushing the plate away with her hand. “Take a shower. The water pressure here is phenomenal; you won’t believe it.”
“He’s probably hungry,” Devon said, shooting a dirty look at Beatrix.
“Well, he smells like a goat,” Beatrix replied.
“I’m just going to get a glass of milk,” Percy said, looking at the thick black book. “What number do I call for that?”
“Oh, we already ordered some,” Devon said, picking up one of the many glasses on a table full of food that must have been delivered that morning. He gently handed it to Percival, who sniffed it suspiciously.
“It’s all goat milk,” Beatrix said, folding her arms. “That’s apparently all they have here.” Percival made a disgusted face and handed the glass back to Devon.
“I’m sick of this place already. I’m just going to go down to the front desk and ask to talk to this ‘mistress’ so that we can get home,” Percival announced.
“No!” Beatrix and Devon said in unison.
“I wasn’t aware that this was up for debate,” he said, his eyebrow twitching with annoyance.
“It’s just that I have a pedicure and an organic mud bath later this afternoon,” Beatrix muttered. “If you get us kicked out too soon, I won’t be able to have them.”
Percival sighed audibly. “I should have known better than to let the girl come with us.” He looked to Devon, who looked down at the ground and shuffled his feet awkwardly.
“I actually scheduled an aromatherapy massage and a facial for later today,” Devon admitted.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Percival said, rolling his eyes. “Forget about whatever you’ve scheduled. We’re meeting with this lady and getting out of here.”
“Oh, please, Percy, can we just stay a little longer?” Beatrix pleaded, tugging on his shirt affectionately.
“We’ll leave tomorrow for sure,” Devon added. Percival frowned at both of them.
“This constant neediness of you two is what got me here in the first place. I have an organization to run here, and if I have unruly members, then there’ll be some serious problems here!” Percival declared, shaking his fist for effect. Devon and Beatrix stared at him for a few moments.
“Well, it’s not really an organization,” Devon clarified. “You just have a street gang of underage boys.”
“Shut up,” Percival said, shooting him a dirty look.
“Anyway, can we please have our spa stuff for today?” Beatrix asked, sticking her hip out impatiently. “I really have to get going if I want to get that pedicure.”
Percival thought about it for a moment and then sighed loudly. Devon and Beatrix both smiled with anticipation, knowing they had won.
“Fine,” he said. “But just for today. We’re leaving tomorrow.”
“Oh, thank you, Percy!” Beatrix said and hugged him quickly, despite his alleged goat smell. “I’d better go!” She turned and dashed off quickly, possibly to either find some clothes or some slippers, as it was debatable whether clothing beyond just a bathrobe was necessary at a spa.
“I hope you know, I see this as a betrayal,” Percival added, pointing at Devon threateningly.
“Be corrupted me,” Devon replied, smiling sheepishly.
“I guess I’ll go check out that water pressure,” Percival declared, defeated by his own gang.
“If you need me, I’ll be finding out what ‘aromatherapy’ means,” Devon said.