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Date Posted: Wednesday, September 15, 12:47:12am
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Jennifer S and Loveroy's New Story
's message, "Sanglant - Beyond the Thrusts" on Thursday, August 05, 12:16:30am
“NIK, what are you doing here?” The Captain shouted from the wheelhouse as the lone passenger helped with a heavy rope.
“What do you mean what am I doing here? I am here to go back home to the Island before this gets worse.” She said stating the obvious while helping the passenger secure the boat.
Nikita looked like a drowned rat by now, her blonde hair was plastered against her face, neck and head and her white lab coat, which had failed miserably to deflect the cold rain, was soaked to the jeans and sweater she wore underneath. Michael, who wore his trench coat that was also wet but somehow kept him looking dry, finished securing the boat. She was panicked with the prospect of either spending the night in a shelter somewhere or heaven only knew what, and was unaware of the amused male glances coming her way.
Nikita had dated Marco O’Brian and found the man pleasant but too forward and now she was facing the possibility of having the daunting task of having to ask him for help. She quickly catalogued the reasons for ending their budding relationship, and stopping his unwelcome advances on more than one occasion in the past seemed foremost in her mind. Now it seemed she was at his mercy, so she tried to convince him to turn the ferry around and take her back.
“You ain’t going anywhere tonight babe. The ferry can’t go back in this storm. The company has safety rules for this kind of weather.” O’Brian leered with a devilish grin, and then offered, “However, you can come home with me if you want.”
“No thank you Marco,” She replied in a pissy tone. She was passed panicked at this point and asked, “Could you at least call me a cab so I can go back to the Medical School instead?”
Jokingly Marco replied, “Okay, you are a cab.”
Crossing her arms at his attempted humor, as well as rolling her eyes, signaled she was definitely not in the mood for his repartee.
Smiling Marco continued, “Nik, you know very well that this town goes into complete lock down when El Niño or La Niña make their appearances and I think they came visiting together this time.”
By this point Michael had joined the conversation for he had enough of standing in the rain while Marco hit on this obviously unwilling woman, so interjecting exasperatingly said, “Can we move this to the car?” Raising his eyebrows he continued, “You offered me a ride, I am sure she can be dropped off somewhere.”
“Yeah she can be dropped in my lap,” Marco remarked laughing as though he was funny, “Remember Nik how you liked that position?”
O’Brian continued joking as the three now moved at a clip towards his muscle car parked in the lot that was also under water. The car started loudly as the trio accommodated themselves inside the plastic-seats of the 1963 red GTO, with Michael wanting to clock the man for his indiscretion and lack of finesse towards the lady. Sliding into the passenger seat Nikita punched Marco in the arm.
She definitely wasn’t smiling, one could say she was pissed, as was the occupant of the back seat. Michael and Nikita had yet to exchange a glance. Both passengers angry at the flippant attitude of the man who was thankfully a better ferry Captain and car driver than a lothario.
“I’m certainly not going home with you Marco and not only because Lady Adrian would have a cow.” Nikita said with a scolding glance and more than upset with the man’s actions in the middle of the emergency they faced.
“Why don’t you come to the hotel I am staying at, that is where the Captain is taking me.” Michael informed her and she noticed him for the first time.
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