Join some friends at the hot tubs.

"Oh!" Jean exclaimed with a snap of her fingers. "I've got an idea. Some friends of mine are hanging out by the hot tubs tonight, we could join them. They'll probably have some booze."

Michael had used one of his friend's hot tubs back home, and it had been pretty underwhelming. But something told him that using one with Jean and her friends could be a little more fun than five skinny nerds hanging out by themselves in their own backyard in the middle of a freezing winter. "Yeah, sure," he said. "That could be fun."

"Cool," Jean said with a bright smile. "Let's do that then."

Michael didn't know the way to the tubs, so Jean took the lead. There was one by the pool on the main deck, but apparently the one that she had been thinking of was more private, in a sort of spa/sauna area at the heart of the ship. That sounded good to Michael. The fewer people that were going to see his pasty spaghetti body, the better, if you asked him. It was a pretty long walk, down a few flights of stairs, but the siblings made small talk as they went along. It couldn't stop Michael's heart from beating fast, though. Jean had brought her school friends around their house enough times for Michael to know that they were the sort of fun, popular crowd that didn't usually like to spend time with a guy like him. They usually just ignored him entirely, which was better than the alternative, but Michael couldn't see that making for a very fun evening. Maybe this whole night would be a wash and tomorrow night he could get back to hanging out alone in his room. At least jerking off was a sure-fire way to spend an evening.

Finally they arrived at the spa area. "Tah-dah!" Jean said, pulling a Vanna White as she showed off the sign that read "Relaxation Centre". It was kind of a kitschy title, but then, everything on this ship was pretty kitschy. "I just texted them," Jean explained. "They're in the tubs at the back. Why don't we get changed and then we'll meet up out here in a few minutes? They've got swimsuits in the locker rooms that we can use."

"Yeah, sure," Michael said, looking around. The girls' change rooms were just opposite the boys', in the sort of staging area before one entered the actual spa.

"Alright, meet you back here," Jean said before turning and walking into her own locker room.