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Authors' Notes: Hope you all recovered from that last chapter hahahaha. Anyhow, moving on... unfortunately.
She was sleeping peacefully, the bed was torn apart, the blankets tossed aside in favor of the sheet only. She lay curled tight against him, one arm thrown over his side and the other trapped between them. At some point during the remaining hours of the night she had turned to face him in her sleep, her head tucked beneath his chin, turned so her cheek was pressed into his chest near his heart. At the knock, she jumped awake in alarm and swore bad enough to make a sailor blush as she snatched a robe and fitted it around her then went to the door and peered out the peep hole, "Sonofabitch."
Devon knocked again hearing muffled sounds, "Alice?" He called.
She groaned loudly in a not good way and tossed a pillow at Face, "Wake up and hide in the bathroom, now!" She ordered him.
Face stumbled into the bathroom and climbed into the cupboard under the sink, muttering to himself about the whole thing, but remained silent. He pulled some things in front of himself and waited.
"Just a minute!" She called out. She watched the man make a face outside her door and once Face was gone did she open the door slightly and peer out, not really caring that she looked like hell undoubtedly.
"Rough night?" Devon questioned in concern.
Charissa fought hard not to snicker, "You have no idea." She said, deciding to play on the fact she looked like she had had a rough night.
"Are you okay?" He moved to step into the room.
She stopped him, "You don't want to come in here… dinner didn't agree with me very well last night." She said, swallowing hard for added affect. She watched the concern in the man's eyes grow.
"Do you need anything? Can I do anything?" He offered.
"Let me go back to bed? I feel like I have the world's worst hangover." Again she tried not to snicker because that was a pretty accurate way to put it.
He nodded, "Sure, sure. May I check on you later?" He asked.
"Um. I'll call you, hows that?" She watched the concern change to annoyance but he nodded and she shut the door and locked it.
Face poked his head out of the cabinet and glared at her, "Is the Gentleman gone?" he waited for a response before making any more moves.
She arched a brow, "How in the hell did you manage to squeeze in there?" She nodded, "Yes, my gentleman caller is gone." She stated in a very over the top southern belle like accent as she turned and leaned back against the door with a sigh of frustration.
"Human origami." Face uncurled himself and stretched as he stood up, "Scarlett, d'you mind if I use your shower for a bit? I hope you don't give a damn..."
She rolled her eyes, "Just save me some hot water." She remarked and hunted up the room service menu ordering them some breakfast and then pulled out something to wear for the day and worked on getting rid of the blue dress that cluttered the floor here and there.
Face enjoyed the wash, though his back still stung when the water ran over it. It would take at least a few days to heal those properly.
"Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrroom service!" A cheerful voice called, knocking on the door, "Comin' up, comin' up just for you, you betcha betcha betcha! Commmme and get it!"
She froze, "Uh oh." She knew that voice, this was going to be… awkward, possibly. She thought quickly and took a chair from the small table jammed it under the door handle of the bathroom and then answered the door, "Hey Murdock." She made sure her robe was good and tight around her and that her hair was falling just right so the lovely little mark Face had left on her neck was not viewable.
Murdock smiled as she opened the door. He was dressed in a fresh-pressed uniform, looking none the worse for wear that he hadn't slept at all least night, "Mornin'! Hey, it's you!" He brightened when he saw who it was, "Oh we been lookin' for you! Hannibal's gonna be mighty glad I found you." He laid the tray on a small table in her room, "You seen Face anywhere round here? We been lookin' for him too."
She pursed her lips a moment and smiled, her eyes going back and forth from the bathroom door to Murdock, "Uh… hm. Can't say that I have." She smiled at him and tried to figure out how to get him to leave without being rude.
"Hey! Hey, is that Murdock?" Face tried the door, "Hey!" He banged on it, "Charissa! Let me out!"
Murdock leaped in surprise, "Holy floatin' honey! Is that Facey? Hey Facey, it's me, Murdock!"
"Shit." She face palmed and looked at Murdock and then back to the door, "That's… weird. Wonder how he got in there." She tried to act completely clueless as she walked over to the door and removed the chair quickly with a nervous sigh.
Face scowled as he opened the door, frowning even more at Murdock's cheerful grin and wave, "What are you so happy about?"
"I found you, Facey, I found you!" Murdock jumped on his friend, giving him a big bear hug, completely ignoring the fact that the other man was dripping wet and still naked, "Listen! Hannibal and B.A. found about an assasination plot for the Captain and we gotta go now!"
She blinked and shook her head slowly at the scene she just beheld and covered her mouth trying not to laugh figuring that she'd pay for it later if she did, "It never ends, does it?" She directed the question to Face once she was sure she could talk without busting out laughing.
"No," Face sighed, peeling Murdock the barnacle off of himself, "it doesn't. And what d'you mean, assasination?"
"Yup." Murdock nodded. "Listen, both of you - B.A. overheard some guys talkin' about killin' the captain and takin' over the ship. They're gonna do it today or tonight, probably tonight when it gets dark, but it's gonna happen soon and we gotta go."
She groaned, "I knew I should have joined you in the sho—" She stopped herself from completing that sentence and tried to cover her slip up, "So much for a shower." She muttered and disappeared in the bathroom and got dressed. When she emerged you couldn't tell that she was actually armed, it was one of the things she loved about her Px4 Storm Type F sub-compact berretta, when it was in its inner pants holster it was virtually invisible to the naked eye.
Murdock wondered for a moment why she was so uncomfortable, but when Face finished getting dressed and kicked out a piece of the ruined dress, it finally clicked. He brightened as he led their way up the stairs to the main decks,"So-sa and Face-y, sittin' in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes - "
"Next time I barricade the door, it's for an obvious reason." She hissed into Face's ear as they walked. She turned and gave Murdock a glare, telling him to zip it silently as they headed down into the lower parts of the ship to meet up with Hannibal and BA.
Hahaha, you gotta love Murdock. He's so fricken awesome in that annoying little brother way heh. We love him anyways. :D
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