Alone in the hot tub.

It seemed that Michael had chosen the right room, because there was no one inside. Thank God, he thought with a deep sense of relief. He couldn't imagine how bad it would be to find some weird elderly swinger couple fucking in there at one in the morning, though he was sure that that was the sort of shit that the older husbands and wives got up to on a ship like the Excelsior.

He looked both ways before going inside. No one from the other room had come out, and no one seemed to be around. Michael really was alone, and no one would be looking for him. That sounded to him like the perfect way to spend this evening, or at least the second most perfect after the never-gonna-happen scenario of a private encounter with Jean's friends Cassandra and Lily.

Michael climbed over the rim of the hot tub and dunked himself in with a splash. It was hot, as promised. Apparently they didn't turn off the heaters just because no one was actively using the pools. On the side of the tub there were a bunch of settings. He fiddled with them for a while, only to find that they were really more trouble than they were actually worth. The only one he deemed to be worthwhile was the plain-old bubble bath option. It was simple and old-school, but he liked the **** of the bubbles and enjoyed how they felt on his shoulders.

He had only been in the tub for a few minutes before his mind started to wander. He couldn't just sit there the whole night.