Reyka smiled at his eager bride. There hadn't been many cars parked outside, Reyka couldn't really remember one that wasn't in the staff lot, so he was sure there'd be plenty of room to play in the water. Reed was a loving partner, and would try to find affection where he could get it. Reyka assumed Reed had shaken most assumptions of a conventional partnership by now, but it didn't keep the boy from trying to create tender memories when he could. Reyka looked at his arms, still bound up, and then shrugged, pulling off the shirt he'd worn in the car.<br/><br/>"Sure." he gave and looked at Aiden. "You're coming." It would be such a waste, after all, if his newest toy didn't come to splash with him. He sensed a tension in the brothers then, and Reyka narrowed his eyes at their obvious unease at the new situation. It told their leader and tormentor about their cerebral, reflexive plan, which of course cemented his own feelings on the subject. He clucked his tongue decisively as he unbuttoned his jeans. Aiden had already seen the boxers that were revealed as a result. "Yeah, we're all going."<br/><br/>With the broken light scheme and the blotted out night, their way to the blue water was intimate and almost bloody. Reyka looked his usual svelte but powerful, swaying on naked feet with his own towel clasped in his long fingers. The red lights flickered and stayed on him to make holes out of his shadows. He looked like some ghost haunting the place, half there, and half departed. If either of the brother's had been asked, they might have agreed that he'd turned more into a shinigami than a host for their coming-of-age road trip, anyway. With the hot air giving space for the claims of the night, this place felt worlds separated in atmosphere and image from their faded inferno at the gas station.<br/><br/>Reyka dropped the towel carelessly during his last longs strides to the edge of the uncomfortable concrete and shot into the azure vat provided to the motel patrons. With the darkness staying as close to the tile lagoon as possible, it looked like a piece of day-sky had survived in an otherwise solid ground-bound night. Reyka and his superior height landed on the bottom without dipping his arms. He'd not committed to keeping them dry throughout the soak, but he at least hadn't decided to bet on the antibacterial substances in the water over the hygiene of the previous visitors yet. It should come as no surprise when his heavy and dripping underwear became decorations hung over the edge after a quick sit on land. He was wading soon again.<br/><br/>"Alright, children. Let's play:" he said, arms spread as he leaned back on one side.