"I punched him because he drove off and left us there.. I punched him because he damn well deserved it.. He was over here making moves on my wife and acting like the father of my kids, while I was trying to make a life for them in Seattle.." Doug growled.
"I never slept with her.." Luka snuffled pitifully.
"You kissed her though didn't you!!?? You bastard!" Doug yelled, causing several other passengers to jump in fright. The flight attendant rushed to the five seats and tried to make peace.
"Sir?? Can I ask you to calm down a bit?? I don't want to have to ask you to depart at the next refueling station.." Cindy replied as her fellow employees began to get the gear from the back.. This guy was big, but they were well versed in how to deal with them.
Luka sighed and Abby glared at him. "You KISSED HER!?"
"I.. I wasn't with you then.. She wanted me.. I wanted her.. It was just a kiss.." Luka stammered nervously.
Abby grabbed her purse firmly in her hand and started to beat him over the head. "YOU KISSED HER!?"
Dave grinned.. Luka was right. He was having fun. This was better than 'Young and the Restless'.. Not that'd he ever admit to taping it, but he'd started watching Y&R ever since he'd started working at County. It was nice coming home and seeing people with lives a lot more screwed up than his was.. It was good to flake out on the couch with a bag of potato chips and a beer and watch the bad plots and terrible acting.. It was a relief from the blood and tears and pain he had to put up with daily at work. Although, if anyone asked, he was taping the episodes for his aunt in Tulsa..
"I don't love her, Abby.. I love you.. I want to be with you. You don't have to worry.. Please.. Don't be mad.." Luka snivelled, cowering slightly, pinned between an angered paeditrician and a nurse girlfriend with PMS..
"I.. If you loved me.. You would have known.. You wouldn't have kissed her! You would have known that I was the right one for you all along.." Abby wailed.
Luka raised his eyebrows and looked over at Kerry who shrugged, grinning slightly. She was enjoying the show as well.. "It's a losing battle Kovac.. Just nod.. That's all you can do.." She whispered, squeezing his hand.
As the group in first class began to settle down, there was an ear splitting
scream from coach...
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"I'm really sorry M'am.. He's just a little drunk. Carter! Stop that!" Carol blushed furiously, trying to stop him from pawing the stewardess.
"Okay.. That's IT!" The diminutive flight attendant squeaked indignantly, glaring at the group of trouble making doctors.
"First it was those jerks in first class, now you! I warned them.. I warned you earlier, now you're in trouble.." Her bantam frame quaked with fury, her hands balled into tiny fists and her long pink nails biting into her palms, as her mouth disappeared in a tight white line and she ground her teeth.
Teena roared down the aisle, her stubby legs pumping like well-oiled pistons, as she stomped to the cockpit and flung open the door. Turning on her heel, her dark eyes narrowed to slits and her lip quivered, before bursting into tears and slamming the door. Teena shook violently with the tears that she let consume her, before wiping her reddened, sticky face and tapping Charlie on the shoulder.
'Captain Charlie' boomed solemnly over the loudspeaker. "I'm afraid we'll have a little lay-over Sisak aeroport.. I'm sure you've become aware of our little problem with some certain passengers and they'll be departing in Sisak. Sorry for the inconvenience and I hope you enjoy the rest of the flight. Thank you for flying with American Airlines!"
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"Thanks alot Carter!! I was eating DUCK!.. Can you believe that?? DUCK!! and it was in Mint sauce! Mint Sauce!! Then there was caviar.. and WHOLE BOTTLES of champagne!! You screwed me out of first class!!" Dave grumbled standing over him in the arrowroot bathroom as Carter puked his brains out.
Carter sputtered, coughed and wiped his mouth. He looked up at Dave and sighed. "I.. I didn't mean to.. I'm sorry.. I had too much to drink.. I got carried away I guess.. Then that flight attendant was hot for me.. I know it.. She started-"
Carter swallowed, looking a little green before turning and puking all over the toilet and all over himself.
Benton winced walking from the stall and to the paper towels, grabbing several handfuls and helping Carter to his feet. "It's okay, man.. Come on.." He said softly, wiping the vomit from Carter's face and chin.
"It's okay man.." Benton murmured, as Carter choked on a heart-wrenching sob and he rifled through his over-night bag for a change of clothes for Carter. "Get out of here Malucci.. See if Kovac and Ross aren't killing each other and have actually gotten us a car.. I am NOT walking to Zagreb.."
Dave glared at him and banged the door nearly off it's hinges as he went in search of Doug and Kovac. "I don't know why I came.. I really don't.." He muttered angrily to himself as he strode to the car rental kiosk.
Doug and Luka were arguing heatedly. As usual.. Dave thought petulantly as he watched them snipe back and forth. "Okay... THAT'S IT!!!!!!!!" He yelled at the top of his lungs..
Dave stomped over to Carol and grabbed her forcefully. Carol looked over at Doug, her eyes widening with surprise, but she didn't struggle. He leaned her against the counter and stuck his tongue down her throat. The kiss was warm.. It made her tingle, right down to her toes.. Carol nearly swooned. They were right about Italian men...
Once he was satisfied, Dave pulled away and glared at the two doctors. "THERE!! I kissed her.. Mark.. Get in there too... When Benton and Carter get out of the can, they can have a go as well.. Then we can get this shit over with!!"
"You little sheeit!" Luka growled, reddening. "I ought to-"
Doug glared at him and gave him a shove. "Ought to what buddy?? She's MY WIFE! If anyone's gonna kill him.. It's ME! Come here Malucci.."
Dave ducked, weaved and missed Doug's flying fists only to dodge a fist and smack head-on into a cement support column..
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It was a few hours till he came around on the laps of the women in a car that inconcievably was even smaller than Kovac's car had been.. Their knees up around their ears, Dave's head tucked snuggly against Elizabeth's breasts. He moaned, and breathed deep her smell of laundry detergent and skin cream.
Elizabeth squawked, dumping the resident on the car floor. "MALUCCI! WERE YOU SMELLING MY BREASTS!?"
"No'mam..." He mumbled fuzzily as the car lurched forward and a sickening gurgle chugged from the engine.
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"Why didn't we get radiator fluid at the gas station, Mark??" Doug said acridly, staring at the smoking engine.
"Because.. We needed gas.. I got gas.. How was I supposed to know we needed radiator fluid?!" Mark whined.
"Maybe from that weird little blinking light that said RADIATOR!?" Doug yelled back.
Benton sighed heavily. "Well.. It looks like we're walking to Zagreb.. Guys.. Let's get the bags out of the back.. Start walking..."
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