To answer a reader question: No, Lynette is not pregnant in this fic, her eggs are free and clear to enjoy this 'vacation' too! :D
Katherine and Orson had indeed found a canoe on the beach, and they'd rowed over to Sunset Island in the dark. One of the great things about Sunset though, aside from from the many hot young men and women fueled by alcohol and unbridled lust, was that every night was treated as the best. party. ever. Music blasting, neon lights flashing, Sunset Island was not hard to find at all.
"First thing's first." said Katherine, after dragging the canoe onto the beach with Orson's help. "Let's get drunk."
The beach itself was dark, the less developed side of the island, but they could hear the bass thumping on the other side of a large stand of trees. Katherine walked straight toward the black jungle.
"Katherine, wait." Orson said protectively. "What if you get lost?"
"You mean, what if we get lost. Didn't you ask to come along? Don't wuss out on me now."
Orson looked at her, unsure. He was still devastated by losing Bree. Katherine walked back to him, until he could see her eyes in the moonlight.
"What happened in your session, Orson? Why wasn't Bree with you when you walked out?"
Orson's brown eyes held nothing but sadness. He didn't respond.
"Mike told me he wished he was here with Susan." Katherine told him. She put her hand to Orson's face, trying to erase the frown there. "I have nothing to lose. No one's going to miss me, whether I get lost or if I make it to the party. I can tell that whatever's going on with Bree, she's made you feel the same way. So come on." Katherine took her hand from his cheek, and put it in his hand. "Let's go get lost together."
Katherine tugged. Orson resisted at first, but he knew she was right. He didn't have anything to go back to on Sunrise or at home. Hand in hand, they walked toward the trees.
*
"Guys! Over here!" Tom whispered. He'd found three canoes sitting on the beach that faced Sunset Island. Across the water, blue, pink and green spot lights twirled across the sky in figure eight patterns. When they listened closely, they could hear the dance music over the sound of the ocean.
* * *
"WOOO!" Katherine screamed at the top of her lungs. She'd just downed her fifth shot of tequila, and she was just getting started. Orson was standing next to her at the bar, looking worried. Katherine knew that was only because he was still sober.
"Hey!" Katherine shouted over the loud music. "If you're not going to drink with me, then I'm going to go dance! No more pity parties for Katherine!"
Orson sighed as Katherine danced her way to a crowd of 20 and 30-somethings. Maybe he was being a party pooper, he thought.
"What'll it be?" the bartender shouted.
"Give him a Red Headed Slut!" someone else shouted. Orson turned, and saw a beautiful, young girl smiling at him. She had red hair; not like Bree's. It was red, like a fire truck.
"Thanks, but I've already got one of those." Orson muttered in response to her suggestion.
"What?" The girl shouted. The music was way too loud. The bartender had already made the shot, and he slammed it on the bar in front of Orson.
"Drink it!" the girl shouted happily. From the corner of his eye, Orson saw Katherine on the dance floor. He did a double take when he saw Katherine give him a thumbs up and a wink. "Drink it, drink it, drink it!" the girl chanted. Orson shook his head, laughed at himself, and drank the shot in one gulp. It was sweet, with just a little bitter, and it felt good going down. "Yaaay!" the girl cheered, laughing. "My name is Candace, what's yours?"
"Orson." he said, motioning to the bartender for another shot. "How old are you?"
"Twenty-one, it was my birthday yesterday, woooo!"
"Oh, good lord..." Orson muttered.
"How old are you?" Candace asked, emphasis on youuu to make it flirty.
"Way, way too old for you."
"Nooo, I like older men! And you look so sad, I want to cheer you up!"
"Candace..."
"Call me Candy." she said, sliding up next to Orson and slipping her hands around his waist.
"Candy!" Orson said, taking her hands gingerly from his body. "Go find someone born after 1980."
Candace pouted, but Orson was already walking away.
*
"Ohmigod, look at youuu!" someone next to Katherine shouted. A group of 20-something-year-old girls were admiring Katherine's...spirit. Katherine, drink in hand, was dancing by herself in the middle of the floor.
"Rawrrr!" one of the girls growled sexily. "Total cougar, I love it! Work it, girl!"
Katherine was too drunk to be insulted by the comments. She took pride in it; sure, in a way they were calling her old, but it didn't matter how old you were when you were sexy. That's how Katherine felt when she saw some younger men staring at her from the bar. Rawrr she thought. Then she saw Orson walking away from the slutty redhead that was trying to get into his pants.
"Girls!" Katherine shouted to her new BFF's. "Get that sad old man on the dance floor, now!"
The girls all cheered and bounced after Orson.
* * *
Meanwhile, off the shores of Sunrise Island, three pairs of very frustrated people were struggling to get their canoes through the water. Communication had broken down between all the couples, and Mike and Bree were all but silent, stuck together by default.
"Would you just stop paddling?" Lynette snapped. "You're not helping at all!"
"If I stop paddling, you'll tip us over!" Tom shot back.
"Ohhh GOD, I'm so hungry!" Gabrielle wailed.
When they finally landed on Sunset Island, on the same dark beach that Katherine and Orson had come upon, the guys were as done with the girls as the girls were with the guys.
"Everybody, shut up!" Gabrielle shouted. "Or, stay quiet." she added for Mike and Bree's benefit. "Lynette, Bree and I are going to look for Katherine. You three, go find Orson."
"Sounds good to me." Tom said tersely. He looked at Lynette, who gave him a look before turning and walking away with Gabrielle. Bree followed them.
"Shouldn't we stick together?" Mike suggested a little too late as the girls disappeared between the trees.
"Look who's talking now," Tom said sarcastically. "The guy who drove his own wife to a single's resort."
"Hey, you're the one that dragged us all out here!" Mike replied, anger rising.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen." Carlos soothed them. "We're all friends, here. Let's not forget the real problem."
"What, our wives?" Tom said sarcastically.
"Exactly." said Carlos. They purposefully took a different path than the ladies, in the hopes that they wouldn't have to cross paths with them soon.
*
"Ugh, I can't believe it! He brought up John Rowland!" said Gabrielle.
"I'm sorry I brought us all here." said Lynette.
"Oh sweetie, it's not your fault."
"Oh, it's my fault alright. It's all my fault. Everything. Nora's death, Kayla's absence, the restaurant closing, and now you're pissed at Carlos, Katherine is going to leave Mike and Bree is catatonic."
Gabrielle glanced behind them. "Seriously, Bree. Could ya say something? You're really creeping us out."
Lynette and Gabrielle both stopped and turned around, catching Bree off guard. She stopped too, and stared at them, waiting for them to move on. After a short stand off, Bree took a deep breath, and in classic Bree fashion when she was backed up against the wall, she laid it all out in plain, polite English.
"I was trying to divorce Orson, I hired Karl Mayer, and then I made out with Karl Mayer, but it's over and Orson found out and now he hates me and I'll be left with nothing, not even the house. Happy?"
Lynette and Gabrielle continued to stare at Bree, though it was now with shock instead of frustration. Bree began walking, passing between them without a second glance.
* * *
Orson had never been one of the cool kids, but he liked to dance when the right music was on. The right music was definitely not on at Club Sunset, not for his generation, but the beers and shots that had been purchased for him by the party girls that now surrounded him on the dance floor more than made up for it. Katherine laughed, feeling happy for the first time in months, as she watched an Orson sandwich being formed. It was actually more like Orson Jello, with a mass of jiggling girls surrounding him as if he was a peice of suspended fruit.
Katherine had a boy toy of her own, a very attentive young fellow that kept the drinks coming and kept every other guy that approached away from Katherine. She twirled in place to the music, enjoying the attention, but on her second rotation she saw, on the other side of the pool bar, Carlos on Tom. It put a frown on her face. She was turned towards her boy toy again - she didn't even know his name - and she was faced with a decision. This was her night out, her first night of freedom. She didn't want to see Mike or any of his friends, but there was part of her, still hurt, that needed to know if he'd come after her when she ran away. So Katherine turned to look, just so she would know.
There he was, searching the dance floor. Katherine caught his eye and looked away quickly. She faked a smile, getting closer to Drink Boy and putting his hands on her waist. Mike would be jealous, she thought. He wanted Susan, but he was still a traditional guy, and he wouldn't like the idea of another man touching his wife, let alone the sight of it. Katherine was smug, but when she saw Mike walking over to them with a pissed off expression she changed her mind. For months, she'd begged Mike to talk. Now she couldn't face him.
"I have to go, I'm sorry." she yelled over the music. She didn't wait for an answer from Drink Boy. She turned and walked in the opposite direction that Mike was coming from, looking over her shoulder once to make sure he wasn't following too close. Before she had a chance to turn back, she bumped into someone, hard. "Oh!" They exclaimed, both Katherine and the stranger. When Katherine looked up to apologize, she saw it was not a stranger at all, but her ex-husband Adam. They stared at each other, dumbfounded, until Katherine spoke.
"Hide me." she said at normal volume. Adam read her lips, and more importantly her facial expression, which also screamed HELP. Without another word, Adam put his arm around Katherine's shoulders and they ducked out of the club together.
*
Adam led her by the hand to a quieter place, a tree-lined path just like the one that connected all the suites on the couples island.
"What are you doing here?" Adam asked as they walked briskly along. "I thought you were married?"
"I was. Surprise, surprise, it didn't work out." Katherine said sarcastically.
"Since when?"
"Is it past midnight?"
"Yeah."
"Since yesterday."
Katherine stopped walking, tugging on Adam's hand so he would stop too. He spun around to face her, and she kissed him on the lips before he could say anything else. They wrapped their arms around each other, frenching the way only drunk exes could. When they came up for air, Katherine stayed close in his arms and whispered:
"Take me to your room."
They ran the rest of the way.
* * *
Carlos and Tom ordered drinks at the bar, telling each other they deserved it - no, they needed it - before starting the search for Orson. Mike joined them, ordering a beer for himself as he took a seat next to them.
"I thought I saw her, but...I don't know, it's like she disappeared."
Tom scoffed. "Imagine if we pulled that? If they don't know our whereabouts 24/7, it's like the trial of the century."
"Seeeriously." Carlos agreed.
Mike was still scanning the club, looking for Katherine. He was worried about her, knowing how badly she must be hurting...
"Oh god...oooh, yeah....Oh, Adam, yes!" Katherine moaned. She wasn't hurting at all.
"I mean, is there another club on the island? Do you think there's anywhere else she could be?"
In Adam's bed, Mike? Katherine was moaning loudly and frequently, drunk as a skunk and confessing all sorts of things.
"Oh god, Adam...nobody does it like you do...I missed you so much..."
"I missed you too, Kath...ohhh, yeah...I missed you too..."
"Agh," Mike growled nervously. "She's probably crying her eyes out somewhere, all alone, and scared. I'm worried about what she's gonna do..."
"Oh god! Adam! I'm gonna...I'm gonna...!" Katherine panted, feeling so good she thought she might burst into flame. Adam was close too. Not only did the act of banging another man's wife turn him on, but it was Katherine, the only woman he'd ever really loved.
"Do it, baby." Adam breathed. "I'm right there with you..."
"Your best bet is to stay put." Tom said to Mike. "If she wants to find you, she'll come looking for you."
Katherine came, but it wasn't while looking for Mike. She and Adam moaned together until they were through, and then they collapsed on the bed for some feirce post-coital cuddling.
* * *
On the other side of the club, three grumpy women emerged from the trees onto a wild scene. Hundreds of horny singles, drinking and dancing on each other like it was Hump Day.
Gabrielle sighed, suddenly melancholy. "I miss this."
"I see Tom." said Lynette. "Ooh, and Carlos. Come on, let's avoid them."
Lynette and Gabrielle snuck off in another direction, hounds on the hunt for Katherine the defector, but Bree didn't follow this time. She was frozen, deer in headlights style, when she saw Orson surrounded by no less than seven beauties. He was smiling, having fun, being...touched, by those sluts! Bree's jaw was clenched, jealousy and anger filling the cold void that had been making her feel so empty since her awful phone call to Karl. She walked - no, she stalked - over to them, and waited for Orson to see her. When he did, he smiled, totally carefree.
"Bree!" he said. "How nice to see you. Ladies, this is my soon-to-be ex-wife."
"Hi Mrs. Hodgggge!" They all shouted in unison, giggling at themselves afterward. They all slowly became aware that Bree was not finding any humor at all in the situation. One by one, the girls danced away, just a few feet, far enough to give them space to talk. Orson stopped dancing when he noticed his Jello jigglers were gone, and sighed.
"What do you want from me?" he asked Bree. "I left you alone, finally. Isn't that what you wanted? Am I not supposed to move on and find a little fun of my own?"
"That isn't 'fun', Orson. It's a menu of STD's."
"Excuse you!" said Orson. "This from the woman whose new favorite pasttime is sleeping with other men!"
"You were blackmailing me! I was lonely!"
"I was lonely too! I was right there, waiting for you the whole time. I'm still here Bree. But you don't want me anymore!"
"What if I did?!"
"I don't know, what if?!" Orson challenged her. Feisty, independent Orson who had a way with the ladies...Bree hadn't seen this Orson in a while, and she had to admit, it turned her on to see him like this, defying her in this way. Orson could sense it, the anger in Bree's eyes transforming into something much more...enticing.
Lust.
They both lunged for each other, turning heads of nearby dancers when they started a passionate, public makeout session on the floor.
"Aww!" some of the girls cooed. "Hottie and his hot wife are gonna do iiit!"
"That's so romantiiic."
"Yay, Hottie! Get some!"