Part 255: Night Time is The Right Time
Marita closed her eyes as Tony gently rubbed her chest. She felt a little guilty getting aroused because he was simply helping to clean her scar. After Jack had cleaned the stitches, Tony took over with the closer aspect. The Latina then winced as she felt a needle pierce her arm. Jack smiled as he had gotten finished injecting her with an antibiotic. “You get plenty of rest, okay Marita?” he assured her.
“Thanks, Jack.” She smiled.
“I will make sure she gets her bed rest, Dr. Shepard.” Tony smiled.
“I am glad you concur with my opinion, Dr. Largo.”
“Okay, you two, stop it!” Marita giggled.
The doctors got a laugh out of being professional in the midst of their marooned lifestyle. Tony helped Marita back on with her shirt as they got ready to head back to the beach. Jack loaded his new supplies back into his cabinet. As the couple left, Jack wiped his sweat with a towel. He turned around and to his amazement, stood Ana-Lucia smirking at him; holding a Vodka bottle, and two coffee cups. “You ready for that drink, Jack?” she asked.
Jack smiled, taking a deep breath. “Last I checked, it is Happy Hour,” he chuckled.
Ana-Lucia set down the two cups and then opened the bottle of Vodka. After she poured him one, she handed it to him. She then took her own cup and sat down across from him. The doctor took a swig and then coughed. “Jesus,” he grunted, “Is this Vodka or Liquid Plummer?”
“Sometimes I wonder,” she sipped it.
“I am surprised Sawyer didn’t find this.”
“Oh, he found quite a large load. But I managed to a snag a bottle for myself.”
“Thank you for sharing.” Jack smiled.
“I promised you, didn’t I?”
“Yes. Yes, you did.”
“So . . .last we had a chance to talk, you were just overcoming your father’s death. Is it still with you?”
“No, not any more. I’ve . . .come to grips about what happened. I don’t like what happened but I’ve accepted it.”
“Understood. I ain’t gonna ask any further.”
“You married, Ana-Lucia?” Jack asked.
“No,” she smiled.
Jack didn’t say anything. He swirled his alcohol in his cup, wondering what to make of the mysterious woman who seemed more tough than any normal woman he had ever met.
Marita held onto the arm of her boyfriend as they walked back through the darkness of the jungle, as Tony held the torch. The Latina was enjoying the time alone with her man, as that seemed to be few and far between. The blind doctor, unknown to her, was enjoying the same feeling. Then a scrambling through the woods caught their attention. Tony turned abruptly and hoisted the torch into the darkness. “Who’s there?” he demanded.
“Hey, guys!” Charlie ran up to them, “Sorry to spook ya.”
“Oh, Charlie,” Marita said, holding her chest.
“No problem but what are you doing out here by yourself?” the doctor asked him.
“Catching up with you guys,” he caught his breath, “Mind if I share your torch on the way back to the beach?”
“OH,” Tony chuckled, “Yeah, sure come on.”
The three friends began their journey back toward the beach. Marita looked over to Charlie and realized why the musician needed to borrow their torch. His hands were filled with fruit. “Late night snack, Charlie?” Marita giggled.
“Oh this?” he showed his arms, “No, I just wanted to make sure Claire, Jenny, Kristy and now Kellye had enough fruit for tomorrow’s breakfast.”
“You plan to do this when we get home?” Tony smirked.
“Do what? Gather fruit, mate?”
“No, be the provider.”
Charlie smiled at Tony’s compliment. It made him feel good getting food for all the women. He felt like he needed to take care of someone; Aaron, Claire, it really didn’t matter. He just wanted to prove he could do it. “Yeah, I think I will, Tony.” He smiled.
“You do a good job at it, Charlie,” the doctor patted him on the shoulder, “ I am sure the ladies appreciate it.”
“I certainly hope so.” Charlie replied, then spotting the torches in the distance, “Well, thanks for letting me follow. See ya later.”
“Night, Charlie,” Tony and Marita said in unison.
The musician began his trek through the small maze of trees and sand, that has virtually become his “back yard.” He had walked over through the corresponding tent where Kristy and Jenny had stayed. Kristy was reading a magazine and she waved to him. Jenny was fast asleep on a makeshift bed. It was probably the first decent sleep the teenager had gotten in days.
Charlie turned a corner and then paused when he saw Claire talking with the tall man called Clay. Charlie never realized how small the blonde Australian was to the man until she saw them facing together. Clay had some sort of smirk, as he was talking with her. Claire then held her mouth, obviously laughing at what he said. The tall man then stood another step closer to her, until he was startled by a loud click. Charlie looked across the way and saw Kellye had just gotten finished cleaning her rifle. She gave Clay such a stare that the musician could tell she meant business. Clay then thanked Claire for something and then finally left.
Charlie then walked up as Claire was making a “shame on you” gesture with her hands to Kellye. The small man dropped the fruit onto their blanket area. “What did he want?” he asked.
“Oh, nothing.” Claire giggled.
“It must have been something. He’s seemed to have you all a tizzy.”
“Charlie, come on,” she playfully pushed him, “All he wanted was a razor.”
“Really?” Charlie said, sitting down and assembling the fruit, “Seemed pretty funny for just wanting a razor.”
“It wasn’t that, it was his silly Come-On line.”
“He came on to you?” Charlie asked shocked.
“Charlie, I told you it was nothing!” Claire gasped, still finding this funny.
“What did he say?” the musician demanded.
“He just said . . .he was marveling at how my legs shined in the moonlight, so he asked me if I had a spare razor.”
“That’s disgusting.” Charlie scoffed.
“Charlie it was nothing. Don’t be so jealous.”
“Jealous? ME?” the musician laughed it off, “What do I have to be jealous about?”
“Exactly. Now come over here. It’s your turn to read to me and Aaron.”
Charlie sighed and walked over where Claire was sitting as she gently picked up her baby from his crib. He browsed through the small collection of books and choose A Wrinkle in Time. Claire didn’t want to hear Watership Down; she said it was took depressing. Charlie looked over to Kellye, who gave him a wink, as she continued to clean her gun. The musician could tell she held a contempt for Clay as well.
Charlie liked surrounding himself with good friends.
“Thanks, Jack.” She smiled.
“I will make sure she gets her bed rest, Dr. Shepard.” Tony smiled.
“I am glad you concur with my opinion, Dr. Largo.”
“Okay, you two, stop it!” Marita giggled.
The doctors got a laugh out of being professional in the midst of their marooned lifestyle. Tony helped Marita back on with her shirt as they got ready to head back to the beach. Jack loaded his new supplies back into his cabinet. As the couple left, Jack wiped his sweat with a towel. He turned around and to his amazement, stood Ana-Lucia smirking at him; holding a Vodka bottle, and two coffee cups. “You ready for that drink, Jack?” she asked.
Jack smiled, taking a deep breath. “Last I checked, it is Happy Hour,” he chuckled.
Ana-Lucia set down the two cups and then opened the bottle of Vodka. After she poured him one, she handed it to him. She then took her own cup and sat down across from him. The doctor took a swig and then coughed. “Jesus,” he grunted, “Is this Vodka or Liquid Plummer?”
“Sometimes I wonder,” she sipped it.
“I am surprised Sawyer didn’t find this.”
“Oh, he found quite a large load. But I managed to a snag a bottle for myself.”
“Thank you for sharing.” Jack smiled.
“I promised you, didn’t I?”
“Yes. Yes, you did.”
“So . . .last we had a chance to talk, you were just overcoming your father’s death. Is it still with you?”
“No, not any more. I’ve . . .come to grips about what happened. I don’t like what happened but I’ve accepted it.”
“Understood. I ain’t gonna ask any further.”
“You married, Ana-Lucia?” Jack asked.
“No,” she smiled.
Jack didn’t say anything. He swirled his alcohol in his cup, wondering what to make of the mysterious woman who seemed more tough than any normal woman he had ever met.
Marita held onto the arm of her boyfriend as they walked back through the darkness of the jungle, as Tony held the torch. The Latina was enjoying the time alone with her man, as that seemed to be few and far between. The blind doctor, unknown to her, was enjoying the same feeling. Then a scrambling through the woods caught their attention. Tony turned abruptly and hoisted the torch into the darkness. “Who’s there?” he demanded.
“Hey, guys!” Charlie ran up to them, “Sorry to spook ya.”
“Oh, Charlie,” Marita said, holding her chest.
“No problem but what are you doing out here by yourself?” the doctor asked him.
“Catching up with you guys,” he caught his breath, “Mind if I share your torch on the way back to the beach?”
“OH,” Tony chuckled, “Yeah, sure come on.”
The three friends began their journey back toward the beach. Marita looked over to Charlie and realized why the musician needed to borrow their torch. His hands were filled with fruit. “Late night snack, Charlie?” Marita giggled.
“Oh this?” he showed his arms, “No, I just wanted to make sure Claire, Jenny, Kristy and now Kellye had enough fruit for tomorrow’s breakfast.”
“You plan to do this when we get home?” Tony smirked.
“Do what? Gather fruit, mate?”
“No, be the provider.”
Charlie smiled at Tony’s compliment. It made him feel good getting food for all the women. He felt like he needed to take care of someone; Aaron, Claire, it really didn’t matter. He just wanted to prove he could do it. “Yeah, I think I will, Tony.” He smiled.
“You do a good job at it, Charlie,” the doctor patted him on the shoulder, “ I am sure the ladies appreciate it.”
“I certainly hope so.” Charlie replied, then spotting the torches in the distance, “Well, thanks for letting me follow. See ya later.”
“Night, Charlie,” Tony and Marita said in unison.
The musician began his trek through the small maze of trees and sand, that has virtually become his “back yard.” He had walked over through the corresponding tent where Kristy and Jenny had stayed. Kristy was reading a magazine and she waved to him. Jenny was fast asleep on a makeshift bed. It was probably the first decent sleep the teenager had gotten in days.
Charlie turned a corner and then paused when he saw Claire talking with the tall man called Clay. Charlie never realized how small the blonde Australian was to the man until she saw them facing together. Clay had some sort of smirk, as he was talking with her. Claire then held her mouth, obviously laughing at what he said. The tall man then stood another step closer to her, until he was startled by a loud click. Charlie looked across the way and saw Kellye had just gotten finished cleaning her rifle. She gave Clay such a stare that the musician could tell she meant business. Clay then thanked Claire for something and then finally left.
Charlie then walked up as Claire was making a “shame on you” gesture with her hands to Kellye. The small man dropped the fruit onto their blanket area. “What did he want?” he asked.
“Oh, nothing.” Claire giggled.
“It must have been something. He’s seemed to have you all a tizzy.”
“Charlie, come on,” she playfully pushed him, “All he wanted was a razor.”
“Really?” Charlie said, sitting down and assembling the fruit, “Seemed pretty funny for just wanting a razor.”
“It wasn’t that, it was his silly Come-On line.”
“He came on to you?” Charlie asked shocked.
“Charlie, I told you it was nothing!” Claire gasped, still finding this funny.
“What did he say?” the musician demanded.
“He just said . . .he was marveling at how my legs shined in the moonlight, so he asked me if I had a spare razor.”
“That’s disgusting.” Charlie scoffed.
“Charlie it was nothing. Don’t be so jealous.”
“Jealous? ME?” the musician laughed it off, “What do I have to be jealous about?”
“Exactly. Now come over here. It’s your turn to read to me and Aaron.”
Charlie sighed and walked over where Claire was sitting as she gently picked up her baby from his crib. He browsed through the small collection of books and choose A Wrinkle in Time. Claire didn’t want to hear Watership Down; she said it was took depressing. Charlie looked over to Kellye, who gave him a wink, as she continued to clean her gun. The musician could tell she held a contempt for Clay as well.
Charlie liked surrounding himself with good friends.
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