[ The morning had gone well enough. She woke up, went in, and did what she intended to—padded her pockets nicely among strings of winning and losing streaks that made it look well enough like she was getting lucky, more than being skillful enough to decide when losing where and what looked better at. If this were going to be a repeat event, whether monthly or bimonthly, she'd long game it when it got there.
Even if she's not entirely copacetic with this whole communal bathing thing, the hot water had won her over. A fact she was sinking deeper, and deeper, and deeper into, just about having managed to tune out any of the nearby voice -- which is when her name gets said, and her eyes snap open finding that familiar voice, face, pers— angel.
Jo shifted far too fast, upsetting far too much water, to make moving to cross her arms and cover herself look anything like smooth; the time spent in hot water has already lent a rosy hue to her skin, so at least it probably doesn't look like she's flushing (or it seems like she has been the whole time). And anyway, her eyebrows are shooting high just as fast while taking in his blenderized state.
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