Roaming the halls.

As soon as Michael left the room with the hot tub, he found himself at a loss. Jean had approached him specifically because he hadn't had any plans, which meant that his evening was very, very empty. Now that he had abandoned those short-term plans he had developed with her, he had no idea what he was going to do to pass the time. He was right back where he started, but with a strong sense of shame deep in his belly from having embarrassed himself in front of his sister's 'cool' friends for what felt like it was the thousandth time or more.

"Fucking idiot," he grumbled. He wasn't sure if he was thinking of Jon or himself. Probably both, if he was going to be honest with himself.

Already he could hear the sounds of splashing, clinking bottles of ****, and laughter from inside the hot tub room. Apparently it didn't take those four long to forget the momentary awkwardness that had been his departure. It hurt, but only a little. By now, Michael was used to feeling like his big sister didn't want much to do with him, despite how she had gone out of her way to include him in this evening's plans. It was easier to brood that way.

He shivered. His body had grown accustomed to the heat of the hot tub fast, and now he was stuck dripping wet in a borrowed pair of swimming trunks in a hallway of a spa that he didn't really know how to navigate. Michael hadn't really been paying very much attention when his sister had been guiding him down the labyrinth of the halls to the hot tub hallway, so now he was very lost.

He paced up and down the hall, leaving wet footprints behind him until the hall was pretty wet. What was he doing? He was on a cruise ship, and he was just wasting his time walking around a fucking hallway by himself. He was living in fear of nothing. He had to do something; he wasn't about to let this evening be just another waste where he went back to the room and played video games until he passed out just before the sun came up. This night was going to be special.