Dawne and Edgar
His conversation was short and conducted in unintelligible guttural Norwegian. He held his phone in a clenched fist, he shook his head and hissed.
"I can't believe that bitch.'
The conversation hadn't sounded particularly ugly, so Dawne was confused. 'Louise?'
Edgar's eyes flashed with anger as he jumped to his feet and paced.
'Not Louise, fuckin' June!'
Boy is he hot she thought as he paced, ran a hand roughly through his hair and cursed under his breath in Norwegian. Dawne took a breath to speak but he cautioned her with a hand and banged on his phone. She folded her arms and exhaled as he conducted yet another angry conversation in Norwegian his left arm flaying as his righted hand clutched the phone to his ear. With a final spit of what she recognized as a particularly vile Norwegian expletive, Edgar finally shoved his phone in his back pocket and sat back down with a deep sigh. Dawne waited quietly with every ounce of patience she had left for him to speak. He held her hand tightly and began.
Sioux and Marcos
Marcos straightened and drank in the determined woman that strode towards him, head high with a small smile on her full luscious lips.
Sioux played it direct with no B.S. 'Thanks Marcos. Like you said, I owe you. Wadda ya want?'
Marcos casually leaned a hip on the rail grinned and smirked. 'Hey Marcos! Nice to see you again. How's tricks? Where ya been? How you getting' over finding out I ain't dead? Mess with you any?'
Sioux didn't reply, just held his eyes, blue as the Aegean sea.
He held both hands up. ''O.K. Just tell me what the hell is going on. I heard Dawne's side. What's going on with Edgar and that Hansen woman?'
Sioux cocked her head to the side and studied him closely. This man. This gorgeous, sexy hunk of a man still had strong feelings for her. If she hadn't reunited with Johnathan. . . She gave herself a hard mental shake. Best not to go there for even a second.
With a sly pirate grin, Sioux leaned over the rail. 'I'll tell you what I know. But first things first. Johnathan told me about your meeting. . .'
As Johnathan told the story, it hadn't taken him long after the throw-down a Nettie's, to find out the neighborhood bar Marcos' hung out, and before he shipped out he had walked into the smoke-filled dive hoping to find him. When he spotted Marcos at the far end of the bar, alone, head down and nursing a beer, he had taken a deep breath, ordered a bottle Pabst for luck, strolled over and sat down next to him. After a few minutes, Marcos gave him a sideways glance.
'Hey man.' Johnathan took a long draw, stared straight ahead at the mural of nymphet mermaids cavorting with sailors and sea creatures and began. 'Sorry about what went down, I didn't know.'
Marcos just snorted and retuned to contemplating his beer, downed the dregs and remained silent. Johnathan caught the bartender's eye and nodded towards Marcos and a cold bottle of Hamms quickly appeared.
Marcos glanced at Johnathan's Pabst and gave up a narrow grin. 'Nothing like old-school brew.' Took a long draw and sat the bottle down on the counter. He straightened and turned, confused. 'What the hell do you want Hillstrand?'
That's a good question Johnathan thought. He didn't know what had drove him to seek Marcos out. Morbid curiosity? Take the measure of the man Sioux had once loved? Beat his ass until he knew she was his and he would never let her go? Gloat? He was as confused as Marcos. He downed his Pabst and beckoned for another.
'I don't know dude. I just couldn't leave it where it went down.'
They sat and drank in silence. Marcos drained his beer and rose.
'No hard feelings. She made it clear you're the love of her life.'
He then bent down and got up in Johnathan's face and growled.
'I hear you do her wrong shit-head, and I'll kill you with my bare hands.' And left.
Johnathan downed his Pabst and shrugged. 'Fair enough ass-wipe. Fair enough.'
'Sounds like you boys negotiated a truce. Happy to hear it.'
Sioux's voice dripped with sarcasm. Bull-headed men! If there was any ass-kickin' going down, she would be the one kickin' both their sorry asses.
Her look was cautionary. 'Just so we're crystal clear Marcos. We're here for Dawne and Edgar, capisce?'
Marcos grin was sly and cocky. 'I got you μέλισσα (honey bee).'
Then his eyes narrowed, his growl low and deadly. 'Now tell me what the fuck is going on and tell me quick, before I tear that Hansen muthafucker apart for letting his bitch-ass sister-in-law hurt my Dawne!'
Shit!
Dawne and Edgar
He took a deep breath, blew it out and rubbed her small cold hands with his.
'It was all a lie. Louise is not coming back. Has no idea what June is taking about and is pissed as hell.' And winked.
'June is gonna get an ear full from her. And Sig. Oh yeah, that second call was to him.'
Dawne stared at him slack-jawed. 'June lied? It was all a vicious lie? ' And started to rise but Edgar arms held her fast.
'Let me go!' She struggled. 'Who does shit like that? Why does she hate me? I just met the woman!
Edgar shushed, held her close, stoked her hair and whispered. 'Not about you. It was about me. She wanted to hurt me! Not you. Me! Baby, she's was after me! '
Dawne pulled back stunned. 'Whaaat!? Why she after you?'
Edgar smoothed her tousled curls from her forehead and kissed it, and pulled her to her feet.
'It's a long story. Let's go home.'
As they walked to her car hugging each other close, he realized 'home' was her place. With her. His sanctuary.
Johnathan
As he rode he thought about what a major asshat he'd been since they had returned from the disastrous Opie trip. The ice had beat him and that pissed him off. He knew he had made the right decision to leave the grounds. For the safety of crew, the boat, and the business, but it still rankled. No one had doubted his decision, especially Andy, but it burned his ass to give up. Tuck his tail and run away. Yeah, once the ice receded they would return and battle that bitch of a Bering Sea and kill crab like the badasses they were. But his dumb-ass had neglected one of only people on the planet he couldn't live without. Sioux. Where was she? And where was she going in the morning? As he neared the wharf the salt smell of the sea soothed and comforted. Then he spotted a bike in the opposite lane. What the fuck? That could not be Sioux ridding bitch on her Harley with, OH HELL NO! Marcos! No helmet, his salt and pepper hair tied back, grinning like a loon at the throttle! He turned his bike to follow them so fast he almost wiped-out, but he wrestled his turbo-charged Harley Fat Boy to his will and tore off after them.
Sioux
She heard a powerful bike peel out and burn rubber behind her. Her arms clasped around Marcos' waist, she turned her head and the sight behind her almost caused her to let go and leap from the bike! Ah, SHIT!
'Marcos!' She screamed in his ear. 'Pull over! Pull over NOW!'\
All Revved Up and No Place To Go - Meatloaf
I was nothing but a lonely boy looking for something new
And you were nothing but a lonely girl
But you were something
Something like a dream come true
I was a varsity tackle and a hell of a block
When I played my guitar
I made the canyons rock-but-
Every Saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do ya know what it's like
All revved up with no place to go
Do ya know what it's like
All revved up with no place to go
In the middle of a steaming night
I'm tossing in my sleep
And in the middle of a red-eyed dream
I see you coming
Coming on to give it to me
I was out on the prowl down by the edge of the track
And like a son of a jackel I'm a leader of the pack-but-
Every Saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do ya know what it's like
All revved up with no place to go
Do ya know what it's like
All revved up with no place to go
Oh, Baby, I'm a hunter in the dark of the forest
I've been stalking you and tracking you down
Cruising up and down the main drag all night long
We could be standing at the top of the world
Instead of sinking further down in the mud
You and me 'round about midnight
You and me 'round about midnight
Someone's got to draw first
Draw first
Someone's got to draw first blood
Someone's got to draw first blood
Oooh I got to draw first blood
Oooh I got to draw first blood
I was out on the prowl down by the edge of the track
And like a son of a jackel I'm a leader of the pack-but
Every Saturday night
I felt the fever grow
Do ya know what it's like
All revved up with no place to go
Do ya know what it's like
All revved up with no place to go
I was nothing but a lonely all-American boy
Looking out for something to do
And you were nothing but a lonely all-American girl
But you were something like a dream come true
I was a varsity tackle and a hell of a block
And when I played my guitar I made the canyons rock
But every Saturday night
I felt the fever grow
All revved up with no place to go