The next evening, after their full day workout, when she was heading back to her room, Jake approached her in the hallway.
"Evening Olivia," he said as he stopped directly in front of her.
"Hey there," she responded.
"So.."
"So?"
Jake and Scott had been incredibly nagging for the past month, Abby had told her she overheard them talking about some sort of bet they'd made about who could sleep with her which she thought was immature and pathetic but it was amusing watching them compete for her affection.
"Did you have fun yesterday?"
"In regards to..."
He chuckled.
"Come on, you and Fitz left the base yesterday?"
"I know, I was there and aren't you two best friends, why don't you go and ask him?"
She turned around and began walking to her room and closed the door behind her. She went straight to shower and once she was done, she dressed and plopped down in her bed, utterly exhausted.
After more than a month of a changed diet and working out everyday, she hadn't gained any weight, if anything, she only became leaner. Her legs were more toned, she always had a flat stomach only now, she had abs, the squats made her ass look fit for the cover of Sports Illustrated but the benefits of working out aside, she was always tired
As she laid on her bed, breathing deeply to relax, there was a knock on her door. She sighed and got up to open it. It was Abby.
"Abby, what are doing here?"
"We're all going out, do you want to come?"
"What do you mean 'out'?"
"This bar, in Germany, we go there alot, we're gonna go have some drinks, you coming?"
"I suppose a drink of ale would do me some good actually," she paused, "when do we leave?"
"In 20 minutes."
"Okay, where should I meet you once I'm ready?"
"In the lounge."
"Okay perfect, I'll be right there- wait, I realized I don't have any clothes except for workout stuff," she said with a chuckle.
"Yeah, it's fine, just wear some leggings and a top."
"Okay, I'll be right there."
Once Abby left, she went to get dressed and made a mental note to figure out a way to get herself some clothes but for now she wore what she had, black cropped leggings, a black top and and black flip flops. Her only saving grace was her Chanel purse and the Chanel lipgloss and mascara she'd had in her purse when she first arrived. She applied the lipgloss and mascara and then she threw it over her shoulder and headed to the lounge.
There were about 10 members gathered in the lounge, Olivia walked directly to Abby, moments later, Fitz, Scott and Jake walked into the lounge as well.
"Is this it?" Fitz asked loudly.
"Yep, this is everyone who wants to go tonight," Abby replied.
Fitz nodded and then they all headed out to the plane.
Olivia had expected him to be… well she wasn't sure what she expected to change after their time out but she didn't expect him to still be distant and aloof to her, it was as if yesterday had never happened. He told her good morning in the morning and then said nothing for the rest of the day even though he'd seen her multiple time afterwards.
It was a two hour and a half flight to Germany, she really wasn't sure how their planes moved so fast but she was grateful for it. They landed at an air strip about 20 minutes away from Berlin where the bar was located and then took a van there.
When Olivia walked into the bar accompanied by all the other deltas, everyone stopped and turned to looked at them. A huge bearded man behind the bar raised his beer mug and said, "Welcome back brothers and sisters."
Most other people in the bar started cheering, that was when she remembered that they were regulars at the bar. They all spread out and mingled, Olivia was new and she was really only close with Abby but Abby seemed occupied with other people and she didn't want to be a bother so she sat on a stool at the bar by herself.
"Can I have a glass of ale please?" Olivia said to the bartender.
"Anything for you pretty little lady."
Olivia smiled and nodded. As she waited for her drink, she turned to see what everyone else was doing, Abby was in some guy's lap, Scott and Jake were at the other side of the bar having an arm wrestling match while a bunch of other guys cheered them on. She tried to find Fitz but couldn't and then suddenly she felt someone beside her.
"Gin and Tonic for me Viktor."
She recognized the voice right away.
"Coming right up," the man replied in a heavy german accent.
She looked up and saw Fitz.
"Hi," he said with a polite smile.
Before she could return the greeting, two women walked over to Fitz. Two Asian women, twins, dressed in matching short black dresses.
"Hey handsome, we never thought we'd see you again," one of them flirted as she ran her hand up his arm.
Fitz smiled.
"If it isn't the world's most flexible twins."
The other sister grabbed his face and kissed him.
She mumbled something that Olivia couldn't hear lazily against his lips.
"Convince me," he replied cockily.
"I'll suck your cock again," one of them said.
"Sold!" Fitz screamed with a laugh, "I remember you specifically, you had a deep throat and you knew what to do with it."
The girls giggled, "Yes and you knew how to fuck like a god," the other twin chimed in as she ran her hands up and down his torso.
Fitz chuckled and turned around to see if his drink was ready at the same time that Viktor placed his drink on the counter. He took a sip and turned around.
"Alright ladies, where do you want to do this?"
"I know a place," said the other twin. She took his hand and pulled him so hard that his drink spilled a little on the counter and on Olivia. He either didn't notice or didn't care because he never turned around to apologize. The women pulled him across the room and dragged him roughly through a door on the other side of the room.
Olivia shook her head in disbelief as she used the napkin from her drink to clean the liquid from her hands.
"Dick?" she said out loud but to herself.
She took a few breaths to calm herself down then she felt someone beside her.
"Wanna dance pretty lady?" A tall bearded man said, he looked to be in his late twenties and was very slender.
She nodded with a smile and followed him to the open floor space. He immediately picked her up and spun her around and then dipped her.
"Come on Eileen, oh I swear I will be, at this moment…."
The music felt good as she dance and she momentarily forgot about Fitz and his antics.
The deltas saw her on the dancefloor and turned around as she her the mystery man shimmied to the music.
She wasn't sure where time went but by the time she looked up from her book, over an hour had passed. They walked over to the bar.
"Can I have a glass of water please," she asked the bartender.
"Of course little lady, coming right up."
"Thank you."
He reached under the counter and handed her a bottle of water. She opened it and took a sip and heard a loud ruckus noise. A group of men, she was about 90% sure they were all drunk, they got up and began singing in german as they threw back mugs of beer. She rolled her eyes and turned back to her mystery man and they went back to the dance floor.
Fitz stumbling out of the bathroom, laughing with the two asian woman, laughing until he glimpsed Olivia on the dance floor with her mystery man.
The man spun her around and pulled her back against his chest. They dance slowly to the french pop music.
"Je T'aime oh oui je t'aime, Moi non plus, Oh mon amour, Tu es la vague, moi l'île nue
Tu vas, tu vas et tu viens," Olivia sang as she dance.
Fitz turned away and walked to the other side of the room with the women.
After a few more minutes of dancing Olivia got tired.
"I'm exhausted, I need to rest," she said in his ear, the music was loud. He nodded and smiled and kissed her hand before he let her go.
She walked to the bar and took a seat and asked for a fresh bottle of water. As she waited and dug into her purse to check she time, she felt someone over her and looked up and saw a huge man, he had to be about 6'5 but he was also fat, with a huge round stomach and big muscular arms. He sported a bald head and full beard, when she took in his appearance, it reminded her of a WWE wrestler.
"Let's take dance," he said in heavy german accent.
"No thank you, I'm quite exhausted."
"I buy drink."
"No, I don't need a drink, I'm fine."
She turned back to the counter.
"Just one drink."
"No thank you, I'm alright."
He was the 4th man to approach her that night, but he was the only one who didn't seem to want to take no for an answer.
He took his index finger and placed it under her chin and tilted her head up to face him. She could smell liquor all over him and that's saying something because she was right at the bar.
"You have pretty lips."
She tried to jerk her head but he pinched her chin harder to hold it in place.
"They would look even prettier around my cock."
"That tiny fucking thing," she swatted his arm away and he grabbed her chin roughly, she pulled away from his grasp and stood up so he wasn't towering over her as much.
"Get the fuck away from me."
"Hey, hey, hey," the bartender said as he began to realize what was going on, "leave her alone."
"Stay out of this Viktor," the man said angrily.
"Stay out of what?" Fitz asked.
She had been so caught up in what was happening that she didn't realize he walked over.
"Mind your business, pretty boy."
"She is my business."
He casually walked in between her and the man in front of her.
"Move," the man said as he stepped closer to Fitz.
"I really want you to make me move," he said it with an air of apathy that bothered her because as good as a fighter as he was, the man he was standing in front of was huge.
"I will fuck up face pretty boy, you won't be so pretty no more."
"If you want to get to her, you have to go through me," Fitz grabbed him by the neck in one quick motion and slammed his face on the edge of the counter, "or I'll go through you."
Olivia heard a cracking sound and she saw blood spew all over the counter and floor.
"Stop," she screamed as she grabbed Fitz's arm to stop him as he slammed the man's face against the counter, repeatedly.
By now, everyone in the bar had realized what was going on. All the deltas stood up, watching to see if Fitz would need back up.
"Fitz," the Viktor called, "enough."
Fitz completely ignored him, Olivia grabbed him again, "stop, you're going to kill him."
He finally stopped.
"I know," Fitz let go of the man and he fell to the floor and then Fitz kicked gave him a hard kick in the face.
Fitz looked over to the group of men that the man had been sitting with earlier on, as if he was challenging them to stick up for their friend but they were quiet. He bent down and pulled the man up by his collar and turned him so he was facing Olivia.
"Apologize to her," he said loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Sorry," the man said inaudibly.
"You can do better than that."
"I'm sorry," he said louder but still barely mumbling it out.
Fitz let him go again and then turned to the bartender and pulled a credit card out of his pocket.
"One more round and then close our tab, sorry about this by the way Vik."
Viktor nodded and took the card, "it's fine."
Fitz turned to Olivia.
"You okay?"
She nodded.
"Okay." He headed back in the direction of the twins.
She watched as they fawned over him, kissing him, groping him. Fitz had one of them backed up against the wall with his hand around her throat as he stuck his tongue down her throat. Olivia was disgusted, he beat a man half to death and then he went back to making out with the women like nothing happened. By the time she managed to take her seat, Abby walked walked over to her.
"Hey, are you good?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," she looked on the ground where the man laid motionless, "should we call an ambulance?" she asked.
"Meh, he'll be fine, but you're okay though right because I was making out with that guy and we're about to leave so I wanted to get as much as possible."
"It's fine, I'm alright."
"Great."
Abby ran off leaving her alone by the bar counter once again. She counted down the minutes until it was time to go. She didn't see the man she'd danced with earlier but surmised that seeing Fitz must've scared him off. Almost half hour later, Fitz came back for his card.
"You ready?" he asked.
"Yep."
He chuckled and shook his head. As Olivia was attempting to stand a man walked up behind Fitz and pulled out a gun and pointed it at his chest. Instead of being frightened, which is what any rational person would have done he closed his eyes and sighed as if he was annoyed.
"Go ahead, shoot me."
"What, no," Olivia said.
She heard a gun cock and when she looked around Scott was behind the man with a gun pointed at his head. The rest of the deltas were all over the room with guns pointed at all the man's friends.
Realizing they were outnumbered the man held his hands up and stepped back slowly.
"Let's go."
Olivia stood up and they all made their way outside back to the van. It was a quiet ride back to the airstrip but once they boarded the plane and took off, Scott began.
"Okay, bro, those twins, they were the same ones from last time."
Fitz had his eyes closed and his head leaned back against his seat. There were two rows of seats facing each other so she had a view of everyone.
"Not now Scott," he said with a yawn.
"You know, I really thought that this time around it was gonna be Jake that got into a fight, we never have bar night without a fight, it's just never you who fights.""
"Shut up Scott," he said again.
After that, the flight was quiet. When they touched down in the base, everyone went their separate ways back to their rooms for the rest of the night.
Olivia couldn't sleep, from thinking about Fitz's threesome to thinking about the fight (if she could even call it that). She didn't know why his antics bothered her so much. it might have been because she was turned on by it or possibly because he had kissed her less than 24 hours earlier, at the time she thought it meant something but apparently it meant nothing. She slowly paced inside her room and when she got bored she decided to walk the base. She thought a long walk was just what she needed to clear her head.
She decided to walk to the other end of the shutterdome and back, it stretched miles long, long enough for her to be tired when she got back. As she was walking, and neared the other side of the base, she smelled something funny in the air. As she walked, she continued sniffing until she recognized the smell, it was marijuana. She took a couple more steps forward and when she passed a wall blocking her view and turned her head, she saw Fitz by the railing, smoking.
He noticed her the at same time she noticed him.
"Ugh, not you," she said contemptuously.
He smiled, "yes me, what are you doing out here?"
"None of your business."
He shrugged, "Alright." she was confused by her attitude but he didn't ask.
He turned around and continued smoking. She was going to keep going her way but she decided to ask him what she really wanted to ask him now that she had him alone.
"Why did you kiss me, I know why you brought me to Iceland but you didn't have to kiss me?"
He took a draw of his joint and exhaled before he turned around.
"Look, if you're looking for some explanation that gives you insight into my innermost thoughts and soul, I think you'll be monumentally disappointed."
"I didn't ask you that, I asked why you kissed me?" she asked again.
"Because I felt like it. You were acting all frightened and I felt like kissing you."
"No, it has to be something deeper than that."
"Has it occurred to you that I'm not a very deep person."
"So you kissed me because you felt like it, that's it, so you just do whatever you feel like?"
"Yep, I do a lot of things because I feel like it, I fucked the shit out of those two Asian chicks because I felt like it, I beat up that piece of shit at the bar because I felt like it," he took another draw of his joint, "and now I'm smoking this joint because I feel like it."
He exhaled and blew smoke from his mouth.
"I actually came out here because I wanted peace and quiet, you, being here right now, asking me all these questions, is the opposite of peace and quiet."
She stood staring at him for a moment and as he tapped the ashes from the tip of his joint and they fell to the floor.
"Arsehole," she said as she rolled her eyes and walked away.
She decided to cut her walk short and head back to her room for the night. She was ready to accept the fact that he was the irredeemable asshole she'd always thought he was and somehow she didn't feel so guilty about what he had coming to him.