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Finn's evening hadn't gone as she planned, instead of dinner she had a massive, emotional argument with her sister which resulted in her storming out and heading to the small bar that was on the island and buying a 12 pack of Budweiser.
As she drove along the dirt road that led to her bungalow she noticed a motorcycle parked just up ahead and kneeling before her front door was it's owner, Owen's head popped up in her direction as her jeep approached and then he gradually got to his feet.
"I hope your not trying to break in." she said through the open window as she pulled into her small dirt-patch/driveway, she glanced in his direction as she got out the vehicle and he was smiling.
"Yeah, caught me red handed." he replied and held his hands up in mock surrender, he had a thick folder in one of them.
She moved around to the back of her jeep and opened the trunk, she then leaned in to get her pack of beers, when she turned to face him she noticed that his eyes widened curiously when he saw what she was carrying.
"You having a party?" he asked.
"If I was I'd have the good stuff." she replied with half hearted smile and walked past him towards her bungalow.
"So you got a 12 pack for yourself?" he asked as he followed her.
"That's right." she said as she held the pack under one arm and unlocked the front door with her key in the other hand, she pushed the door open and walked inside, "Is there something you need?"
She placed the pack on her table across the front room and turned around to face him, he was stood in her doorway looking at the pack of beer for a second and then he glanced around the place before he spoke, "I brought you these."
He held up the folder and gave it a little shake, he then walked towards her and held his arm out for her to take it, she accepted it with furrowed brows, "Nice place you got here." he said as he looked around once more.
"It's alright I guess." she replied as she opened the folder, she looked over the first page slowly and then her mouth opened, "...the reports?"
"Yeah." Owen replied and turned to face her, "I felt real bad after you left." he said as he placed his hands on his hips, "So to apologise I decided to head down and see if I could get them for you."
She stared at him for a long moment and then she looked away with a sigh, she suddenly felt embarrassed about the way she'd left the paddock earlier, "You really didn't have to do that Owen...your a busy man, I would have went at some point myself tomorrow."
"Nah." he said with a shrug, "It's the least I can do after you agreeing to write them for me."
"I appreciate it, thank you...these will help me out a lot." she replied and placed the folder on the table, she then proceeded to rip open the box her beers were in and take one out, "Did you have trouble getting them?" she asked as she headed towards her kitchen, she opened a drawer and took her bottle opener out.
"They put up a bit of a fight." he said with a slight smirk, "I had to convince them."
"Well it worked." she replied as she took the cap off her beer and saluted him with it, she then placed the bottle to her lips, took a long swig and then pulled it away with a sigh, she noticed he watched her as she drunk with a slight look of caution on his face but she ignored it.
"Actually." he said and her eyes shot to his, "...it's hasn't technically worked."
"What do you mean?" she asked as she placed her bottle on the table and folded her arms across her chest.
"They said...they'd think about it." he replied as he folded his own arms over his chest.
"...think about it?" she asked with furrowed brows.
"That they'd think about giving me the files." he stated casually.
Her arms dropped to her sides, "You stole them?!" she asked in a half whisper voice, as if someone would hear her.
He laughed, "How can I steal something that was mine to begin with?"
"They weren't though...not really, you didn't write them." she replied with a shrug, "And the second they were handed over they weren't your property any more anyway.
"They were about my girls." he said.
"It doesn't matter, you still took them without permission." she said and walked forward so she was stood infront of him, she looked towards the door, "You might get in trouble." she whispered.
He stared at her for a beat and then leaned forward, "Finn." he whispered and she looked up at him, "Who do you think is listening to us right now?"
She stepped back and spoke before she picked her bottle up and took another swig of her beer, "I don't know."
He grinned, "Don't worry about it, if they come looking for them we'll explain that you need them."
"Like that'll work and didn't you already pitch that to them anyway?" she said and rolled her eyes.
"It will and enough about that anyway...tell me, why you planning on drinking a 12 pack on your own?" he replied.
"...I fancied a drink." she said with a shrug.
"Sure...come on...what happened?" he said and took a step towards her.
"Nothing, I just had a stressful day and I wanted to unwind." she replied as she moved past him once more, this time to sit on her sofa.
He was silent for a long moment and when she glanced over her shoulder she saw he was staring at her, his face told her he didn't believe a word she was saying, she turned her head away from him, "Thanks for the files, you can just leave my door open a little when you leave."
"Your not getting rid of me that easy." he said with a short laugh and she heard the familiar clink of a glass bottle, she turned back around and saw he had taken a beer from the box and was using the bottle opener to take the cap off and then he took a quick swig.
"Uh excuse me...did I tell you to help yourself?" she asked wide eyed as he walked towards her sofa, she watched him as he sat down next to her with a sigh and placed his hand over the back of the couch.
"It's good to take a load off." he said as he took another drink from the bottle, "Now...tell me what's bothering you."
"Nothing is bothering me except your manners." she replied immediately.
"Hey, my manners are fine, remember how I brought you lunch today?" he said with a grin.
"So." she said and took a drink from her bottle, "That was today, this is now and now, your being rude."
"Rude? I was bringing you those reports you needed." he said with a laugh, "That was...helpful." he added with extra emphasis on the last word.
"You brought me restricted reports." she corrected and he made a 'pfft' noise.
She sighed in defeat and kicked her converse off, moaning in pleasure as she curled her toes before resting her feet on her coffee table.
"Is that the first time today you've taken those shoes off?" Owen asked beside her.
"Yeah." she replied and smiled to herself, it felt good to finally take them off.
"Thought so, I can smell your feet already." he said and she gasped in shock.
He started to laugh and she reached over and punched him lightly on his arm, he held up a hand in defence, "Easy now...don't go hurting yourself." he said and she shook her head, "And put some socks on before you hurt my nose." he added, she looked over at him once more with her mouth agape and saw he was screwing his nose up and trying not to laugh.
"Are you always an asshole or am I the only one who gets this special treatment?" she asked him.
"Whoa." he said and turned to look at her, "Asshole? Come on, that's...a bit harsh."
She replied with a sigh and rubbed her forehead, silence filled the room for a long moment.
"What's up bud?" he asked, all trace of humour from his voice gone.
She shook her head, "Teenagers."
"Ah." he said, "The girl you were with."
"Aha." she said and took a drink from her bottle.
"Sister?" he asked and she nodded, "Thought so, she looks like you, from what I could see the other night anyway."
"...oh yeah...the other night." she replied with a smirk and turned to look at him, he laughed.
"Don't go starting that." he said.
"How is Miss Dearing?" she asked and gave him a wink, he sighed and then smiled at her.
"I wouldn't know." he replied and she looked at him curiously, "I won't be seeing her again."
"Oh really." she said and looked at her feet, "Uh...sorry?" she offered casually and he huffed a laugh.
"Don't be." he said as he took a drink, "It was a one time thing."
"I see...so...what happened?" she asked.
"Well she was way too uptight and demanding, I told her that." he replied with a smile and looked at her, she put a hand over her mouth and shook her head as if to say 'Owen, you never say something like that to a girl', "Did you see that piece of paper she showed me when we were eating?"
"Yeah." she said.
"That was a list of things she had planned for us to do." he said with a shake of his head.
"No way...she made an itinerary for your date?!" Finn said in disbelief and turned to face him, she pulled her feet up so they were crossed underneath her, he nodded his head, "That's priceless." she added and laughed.
"Right. Who does that?" he asked with another shake of his head.
"What did it say?" Finn asked smiling.
"She had it written that we were supposed to be eating in the seafood place." he said and made a face, "I was paying so, that wasn't happening."
"Let me guess, she wasn't happy about that?" Finn asked as she drunk some more.
"No, she was pissed." he said with a laugh, "She also wrote that we were supposed to have a tour of where she works, the control room."
"Ooh." Finn said and sputtered on a laugh, "Sounds...great."
He nodded with a roll of his eyes, "After the food she told me the only contact we'd have would be work related."
"...ouch." Finn said with a smile, "How you holding up?" she added with her bottom lip stuck out.
"Well...it's hard." he said and his voice quivered as he played along, he placed a palm over his heart, "But...I'll get through it."
"Hang in there mate." Finn said and patted his shoulder.
"I will McKenzie." he replied and took another swig of his beer.
She smiled a little and then it gradually faltered, "My sister said she hates me."
She could see he had turned to look at her as she glanced down at her beer bottle resting between her legs, "...she's a teenager, it's their jobs to have an attitude...she doesn't mean it." he said.
"No." Finn said and looked at him, "She means it...ever since I told her we were coming here she's changed with me, it's understandable though I know, I mean...I've dragged her here when she should be at home enjoying the summer with her friends."
"...your her sister, she loves you." he told her, "Siblings row all the time."
"This was different...she doesn't want to stay here and because she has to she's going to continue to be in this mood with me." she replied with a sigh.
"Why is she here...if you don't mind me asking." he said after a beat.
"It's just me and her." she stated and he nodded.
"I figured it was something like that." he said and she nodded, "...have you mentioned to her about maybe getting a job while she's here?"
"A job? My sister? Owen...there's no way that would happen." she said with a small laugh.
"It might, if she knows she'll have something to keep her occupied...you know other than besides the fact she's on an dinosaur theme park island." he said.
"A job doing what?" she asked.
"I don't know, maybe one of the restaurants? They are always looking for waiters and waitresses or in one of the shops." he said and took another drink.
"I'm not sure...I doubt she'll go for it but I'll mention it tomorrow." she replied and he nodded as he drained what was left in his bottle.
"You should." he said and stood up, "Right...I'd best get going. Sorry for just helping myself to your alcohol." he added with a grin.
She rolled her eyes, "Are you?"
"Not really." he said and headed for the door.
She stood up and walked towards him, "Thanks again for bringing me those files, I appreciate it."
"It's no problem." he replied and made a move to leave but stopped, "Do me a favour?"
"What?" she asked and looked up at him.
"Go easy on those." he nodded towards the box of beer on her table, "...it'll get better, your sister will get used to being here."
"I hope your right." she said with a sigh, "I'm just going to go to bed I think, ones enough for tonight."
"Yep, I agree." he said with a nod, "Don't want you coming up to the paddock tomorrow with a hangover."
"It's bud Owen, I wouldn't be hungover." she replied.
"It's a 12 pack of bud." he said.
"So." she replied.
"So...your telling me that you." he gestured to her up and down with his hand, "Can handle all of them bottles?"
"Uh...enough of that." she said and swatted his hand away, "I can handle my alcohol just fine."
He grinned and started to leave but stopped again, "Oh. Just out of interest...what do you class as 'the good stuff'?"
She shrugged, "Whiskey, Tequila-"
"Yes." He said loudly and cut her off, he held his hand up, "Tequila is my middle name...up top."
She stared at him for a moment and then smiled and high fived him, "Get lost."
"See you in the morning." he said as he backed away, "You don't need to start so early, 8 or 9 would be fine...good night."
She nodded and waited until he was seated on his bike, she gave him a wave and he returned it, she then closed her door and listened as his bike roared to life and drove off.
She decided to text Fiona telling her she loved her before she went off to bed.
