Ariadne was a little tempted to get her bishop out and tip it, but yet again was not surprised at Joe's remark. The blonde couldn't even conquer her if she tried; Ariadne lived a life where she had to fight to survive. Joe got to sit around and have other's protect her. Ariadne was a veteran derby girl and Joe was a dancer who tipped on her toes for a living. What was this chick thinking when she walked into the suite shared by two Canadian women? It was like a zebra walking toward two lions.
Ariadne realized what Joe was thinking and chucked. "Ok, I get it. You think I'm after your boyfriend. Well, I'm not."
"I saw what you did." Joe sneered. "You tried to make a move on him."
Ariadne shook her head. "I can't help it if the boat hits a wave."
"You used it to your advantage."
Jules stepped out of the bathroom in a towel and monkey slippers. "Hello Joe. You know, the door's pretty thin."
"You don't scare me Jules."
"I'm not trying too." The Ginger excused herself, sitting next to Ariadne on her bed. "Let me ask you, does Rodger let you hang out with other guys?"
"If so, why can't he hang out with other women?" Ariadne stacked the question. "Is there a problem with Rodger having female friends?"
"Look, I just want you to know that Rodger is my boyfriend."
"We can see that crystal clear. Maybe you should have thought of a good threat before coming in here." Ariadne stood up. "And just because he's your boyfriend will not keep me away from him!" she gripped Joes shoulder and led her to the door. "And by the way, he's no ones. He's not a little purse dog." With one push, Joe was out of the suite.
"Jules, I think this is going to be a wonderful cruise."
"I can't wait."
"You were right... they're still all bitches."
"And then she said, 'Rodger is mine, so stay away from him'." Ariadne mocked Joe's voice. Eames snickered as he put his juice down.
"Not so sweet and innocent now is she?" He asked. "What are you gonna do?"
"For one, I'm not backing off." said Ariadne. "In fact, Jules is now more tempted to hang out with him." The British forger laughed.
"She told me this would be the best cruise ever." said Jules. "So far, it is. We have spa appointments with Jayne Alvers at noon."
"I can tell Joe wanted to do that." said Ariadne after ripping off a portion of bacon with her teeth. "She doesn't look like a Jayne Alvers fan though."
"No, she looks like a hater."
Eames blinked while chewing as he thought of a brilliant plan. "You're spending the day with her and her friends?"
"For a full spa treatment and dinner." said Jules.
"Perfect." he continued. "Since you two have your little heat with Joe over Rodger, why not tell Jayne while you chat. You'll most likely get her support."
Jules looked over at her crush as coffee got stuck in her throat for a moment.
"You know something... That's not a bad idea." Ariadne thought it over. Jayne Alvers, Ivory Maximoff, and Lucy Allerdyce were the daughters of music legends Lance Alvers, Pietro, and Pyro. Jayne was a Grammy winning-Oscar snagging actress. Ivory and Lucy were supermodels. All three girls had plenty of power on them. "But the thing is, we don't want a war to happen."
"We sort of do." Jules told the truth. "But we want it to look like we don't."
"Fun." Eames commented. "This will all be interesting."
"I feel sort of immature." Ariadne confessed. "I'm afraid Rodger will find out and be pissed at me, not her... We're acting like high school freshman here!"
"Well she's acting like a little brat." Jules stated.
Just after that, Arthur and Joe walked into the buffet. Ariadne craned her head over to Arthur and wiggled her fingers.
"Hey Rodger." she said casually. Joe glared at her.
"Hey. Hope you slept well." he said like the gentlemen he was smiling back. Jules and Eames smirked.
"This is too good." Jules held back a laugh.
"I never took you as the fighting type Ariadne." said Eames.
"No one does." she told him. "Not until I show them."
Around eleven forty five, Ariadne and Jules arrived to the spa. Despite there being maps on all the walls, they found the ship to be like a propelling paradox. Jules told the woman at the desk that they were to meet Jayne there. She expected the woman to laugh and say 'Yeah, sure.' but instead, Jayne appeared from behind the wall as she heard her name.
"Keep it cool." Ariadne reminded Jules. "Remember, she's just a human."
Jayne stepped forward. "Are you two the ticket winners?" What Ariadne saw that she found interesting was that Jayne wasn't wearing any makeup, her hair wasn't done and she was wearing sweatpants.
"This is Jules." She pushed her friend forward. "She might be paralyzed now."
Jayne laughed. Was that a good sign or a bad sign?
"Hey..." Jules could hardly speak in the presence of such an entertainer.
"She's not gonna faint, is she?"
"Hopefully not." Ariadne slung an arm around Jules. "So what's first?"
"First, you have to take your clothes off."
Ariadne looked over at Jules with the 'You didn't tell me that' look. "Uh… is it required?"
"Yeah." Said Jules. "How else are they gonna scrub you?"
"I take it you've never been to a spa." Said Jayne. "That's fine."
A woman in a black dress and high heels stepped into their sight with a clipboard in hand.
"If you ladies would follow me to get changed." A smile added to her soothing voice. Ariadne and Jules were brought to a locker room that looked far different than the one's in derby; the lockers were white with their own automatic locks, and it felt as if it was in a beauty parlor. The woman gave them each a bathrobe.
"So where are Ivory and Lucy?" Ariadne asked Jayne.
"They're already changed and waiting." Said Jayne. "I told them to stick around but no, they didn't listen. Spa trips never get old for them."
"Aren't they your sidekicks?" Jules asked as she threw off her shirt.
"More like close friends." Said Jayne. "I wouldn't call them 'sidekicks'."
"You seem more down-to-earth than I thought." Ariadne commented.
"Well I carry my own train."
"So…" Jules was almost in her bathrobe. "Are you and Miley still feuding?"
"All she has to do is apologize." Jayne laughed. "But she's too stuck up to."
"I hear you." Ariadne looked over at Jules. The redhead telepathically received her friend's thoughts of Joe.
"Yeah. Ariadne's guy-friend has a stuck up bitch for a girlfriend." Jules smirked.
"Ironic how guys always choose the stupid girls before the smart ones." Jayne tied the fuzzy belt around her waist. "That lady said to go to the waiting room where the others are. We're getting massages first."
"I never got a massage." Ariadne confessed. "I'm serious, never."
"Well you're in for a treat then because these ladies are the best."
The three women walked down the hallway to the waiting area wearing just their panties under the bathrobes. "You wish Eames were here." Ariadne teased her friend who gave her the finger.
"There's nothing more going on between me and him." Jules whispered back. "He's in his thirties."
"So?"
They ended up in a circle shaped room bordered with funky white couches. The drapes on the ceiling glowed purple and the lamps hanging next to them were barely lit. A girl with long white hair and another with short orange hair were sitting together.
"Ivory, Lucy, this is Jules the contest winner and this is her friend Ariadne."
"I saw you last night." Said Ivory to Ariadne. "Nick was gushing over you."
"He loves people with Greek names." Lucy explained in her Australian accent.
"Is your hair naturally that red?" Ivory looked over at Jules's locks.
"Uh… yeah it is."
"I told you." Ivory scoffed at Lucy.
Jayne crossed her arms in slight annoyance. "Alright Curly and Larry. Don't go poking each other's eyes out over it."
The woman in the dress from before entered the room. "Pardon me ladies but your massages are ready."
After getting an intense deep tissue rubbing and a hardcore mud facial, Ariadne was escorted to a private room with a huge tub. It was filled with various bath salts and lilac petals. The four other women were already settled in.
"We were talking about your little feud with Joe." Said Jules to crack the ice.
"It was just a little argument." Ariadne excused herself. "Joe can't keep me away from him. I'll hang out with him as much as I want."
"What are you gonna do when she comes for you then?" Ivory asked.
"I can take her." She replied confidently. "She's just a ballerina. I played roller derby. Odds are, I'll win a fight against her."
"You played derby? You know what's funny is that you look like my mom. She's the skater Shadowbrat."
"I don't see it." Said Ariadne.
"You're both short, have the same brunette tone, the same eyes and even the same face shape. You could be her twin." Lucy debated.
"Maybe." Said Jules. "But the Eiffel Spider over here can skate twice as fast as your mom." Ariadne looked over at her a little panicked.
"You have to be kidding me Jules. You know that girl can kick my ass back to Paris!"
"But I won't." Said Jayne. "And my mom is pretty fast, so you'd be like Ivory on skates."
"I run very fast." Said the white haired model.
"And back to Joe and Rodger." Jayne stated. "Just know this about decent men; they're like jewelry. They look good on some girls but not all of them. Think of Rodger like the diamond from Titanic. Right now, Joes wearing it. You didn't care at first but then she said, 'Don't look at it, don't touch it, don't think of it'. Now you're mad. Your pissed even because you like that diamond whether it's on you or not."
"Who taught you that metaphor?" Jules asked.
"I made it up." Jayne told her. "So as I was saying, you're mad. If she keeps on rubbing that diamond in your face and then saying, 'Back off,' she's making herself a target. You know that diamond is worth much better. It shouldn't be shown off, swung around or thrown. It should be gently handled and cared for. It doesn't matter if you or someone else is wearing it. You just don't want to see her wear it."
"That's makes perfect sense." Said Ariadne. "But I don't have feelings for Rodger."
Jayne picked up some enchanted water with her hands and inhaled it before pouring it back in the tub. "You will soon." She told Ariadne. "And like jewelry, men can be stolen."