ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ (mobdog) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-02-28 20:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2019 [02] february, marina scherbatskaya, viktor scherbatsky |
Who: Vic Scherbatsky & Marina Kovalenka
Where: Around the Dog Park
When: February 2, 2019
What: Catching up, talking about their bros, then sort of discussing Vic's issues settling back in.
Ever since Vic and the rest of his brothers had been broken out of jail, the only way he could summarize the experience was this: it was great to be home, but it was also weird as fuck. As glad as he was to see that nothing much had changed at the Dog Park, every time he saw the repaired hole in the wall or saw another person who'd lost somebody over the last few months, all he could think of was how hard he'd failed at protecting the crew and their families. It didn't help, either, that they were staying shut in for the time being while the rest of the officers recovered from their injuries and he dealt with the shoulder he'd managed to bust up. He had way too much time on his hands these days. Instead of gravitating to the bonfire that night, he opted to stay at their picnic table, talking and playing cards with Sasha. As heated as the game was getting between them, though, he was glad to see Marina approaching them. "Want to join?" he asked her in Russian. Marina had been watching from afar for a few rounds now, glad to give Vic and Sasha much needed time together but eventually she gave in to her own selfishness. Taking a seat next to Vic she nodded and smiled. “I’ll play a round if you go on a walk with me after.” Just as Sasha needed time with Vic, so did Marina. Besides, there were some things she wanted to talk to him about. "Of course," he said, grinning as she took a seat at their table. He dealt the cards out then, savoring this moment of utter normalcy between the three of them. It felt like years had passed since he'd worried that Sasha wouldn't have gotten along with Marina, or that he'd not want to see his father dating anyone else even though over a year had passed since his mother had been bitten. Everything had worked out, figurative bumps and bombs in the road or not. Sasha excused himself from the table before Vic had a chance to, claiming he was meeting up with a friend, so Vic stood up once he left and held a hand out to Marina. "Still want to walk?" Marina grabbed Vic’s hand and stood up, nodding to his question. “Yes, I do.” She didn’t really have a destination in mind but she put one foot in front of the other and began to wander through the Dog Park, Vic following at her side. There was no rhyme or reason to the layout of the various RVs and vans, but with her fingers laced with Vic’s, they meandered through the chaos. “How are you?” she asked. He shrugged, careful to only move his left side -- the hand she was holding, too -- as they walked. "Good." It was true, too; it'd been a good day, and spending time with Sasha had been pretty fucking great. And Vic had no reason to believe or suspect that Marina was asking about anything else besides his current mood or state. "What about you?" “I’m good,” Marina smiled, giving Vic’s hand a squeeze. Her eyes were trained on him, on his every movement and every detail of his being. After weeks without seeing his face, she felt like she couldn’t get enough of him. Grinning a little wider, she added, “It’s my birthday the day after tomorrow. Do you think I can talk Ruth into giving us something really good from the hangar for dinner that night? I’ve been wondering if those potato pancakes could be made out of instant mashed potatoes.” Normally birthdays didn’t seem like that big of a deal but when every day might be your last, it seemed important to celebrate what you could. And, as silly as it seemed, she’d never had a real birthday with her family and at 27, it seemed like a good time to start. Vic grinned, glad for the reminder and eager to celebrate. The unsettled mood that came and went so often was no match for how genuine his excitement was at the thought of Marina's upcoming birthday. "Probably not you," he said honestly, turning his head to return her gaze. Ruth was a tough egg to crack, or whatever the hell the saying was. "But I bet I could ask her. Or we could send Max over there and see if he can sweet talk her into it. I think she won him a stuffed animal at the carnival last October. Either way, I bet we could if she's got some of that shit." “My man, bringing home the potatoes,” Marina grinned up at Vic. The whole status thing that came with being with an officer like Vic had never mattered to her, but in circumstances like this she could see how the system worked in her favor. "Just like a real Russian," he agreed genially. "Think you can make vodka out of those dried up potato flakes? If we could do some kind of bathtub vodka I bet we'd give Bishop a real run for his money." “I’ve never been more attracted to you,” Marina said, her grin widening. “We should give it a try.” Smirking a bit, she added, “It would be fun to see Max fuck that up, though. When you were--” she paused briefly, leaving the thought unfinished and continued, “I teased the hell out of him. Barely played footsie with him and he couldn’t handle it. Can’t even imagine what Ruth would do to him.” "Oh, yeah?" He could just picture it, too. Max was a squirmy son of a bitch and Marina was, well. Vic was entirely certain that if she was still sleeping around, she would eat Max alive like some kind of sexual praying mantis or something. Whatever the fuck that saying was, if it was even a saying at all. "I bet his heart would've probably gave up if you hadn't stopped." There was an odd note of pride in his voice, though, despite the topic. Though he'd had his moments here and there of jealousy, thinking about Marina having been with some of the other guys at the Dog Park, if he was gonna share her with anyone he could do no better than Max. "You're right, though. Ruth seems a lot more merciless." “I was hoping to make him jizz his pants, but he stopped me before things got really fun,” Marina said, glancing over at Vic, her smirk taking on a more devilish look. Max was an easy target and they both knew it and Marina never pretended that she enjoyed the game of it all. After all, she and Vic were still plenty playful, even while falling into this thing that was just between them. “You know, fuck the potatoes. Do you think Ruth would tease Max as my birthday present?” "Dunno. We may have to bribe her with something to get her to do that, but that's kinda tough when she controls all the resources in the whole damn place." Vic was already thinking of how they could make it happen, though, as a gift to Marina. Hell, even Max would benefit from it in the end, and maybe Ruth herself. This was a great idea, probably, and much more fun to ponder during his days than the shitty stuff he'd been thinking about a lot lately. "Did he mention the contract?" he added. "Max. When y'all were hanging out." It was mainly a joke, but he'd also been worried that he'd be leaving her all alone. He didn't trust anyone else to look after her, and he also wasn't sure he trusted anyone to look after Max, too. Marina nodded slowly and rolled her eyes. She wasn’t actually annoyed about it. In fact, it was funny as hell. But it was also ridiculous. “That’s why I was teasing him, you know? Because I said if he was supposed to be my husband, then he needed to keep me satisfied,” she smirked. “He needs some help in that department. I will say, though, he’s a really great cuddler. You have competition, dorogoy.” "Yeah, well, he's all fat and squishy. No wonder he's a good cuddler." He let go of her hand with his, then draped his arm around her shoulder. It felt odd to have her on his left side instead of his right, but there was no way he was gonna get his right arm up the same way these days. “You’re a good cuddler too,” Marina smiled, her arm moved around Vic’s waist, her hand slipping into the back pocket of his jeans. After a moment, she asked, “How’s your shoulder doing?” He shrugged his left side, shaking his head. "It's a piece of shit these days," he admitted, trying to downplay the fact that its utter failure to work meant he wasn't entirely sure if he could even do his job in the Dog Park anymore. "But it could be worse. You should see the state of those other fuckers." “It’ll get better,” Marina said firmly. Normally she wasn’t about optimism or bullshitting, but for Vic? She wanted to do anything she could to make him feel better or at least give him a little hope that it could be. “Maybe Rodeo’s hot piece of ass doctor would take a look,” she said, a little more solemn this time. The absence of the Dog King was overwhelming sometimes, but the show had to go on. "Oh, yeah. Kinda forgot she was a thing." She'd saved Rodeo and Sarge's asses after that god damned cage fight, but so much had happened after that, it felt like that'd been years ago instead of a month. It was a good idea, though, even if Vic's pride was threatening to get in the way of asking for an outsider's help again. "Dunno if she'd want to come if he's not here. But I got it figured out for now, anyway. Ruth's teaching me how to shoot left handed." “Really?” Marina asked, brows raising slightly in surprise. It was a good idea, with Vic’s shoulder all fucked up. “How long have you been doing that?” "Just a day or so." It'd been enough time for Vic to come to terms with the fact that he needed help with it, though, short or not. "Still trying to feel it out, you know? It's going okay so far." “It’ll get easier. We used to fuck around and shoot left handed when we were bored between shipments,” Marina said, keeping her tone light. It wasn't often that she talked about her life before she was at the Dog Park. The last thing she wanted was Vic making a big deal out of it. "Yeah." He was silent for a moment as they continued to walk, thinking through a mess of shit like: What was he going to do now? and Would he still be able to do all the shit he was supposed to do? and Was it always going to be like this? "I guess we'll see," he said then. “Guess we will,” Marina nodded and gave Vic a weak smile, leaning into him further as they walked, and gently began to lead them back towards the RV. “Do you want to go to the bonfire tonight or can I interest you in some other activities?” The insinuation clear in her voice. "I could definitely be interested." He lowered his head to brush a kiss on the top of her head, grateful for the offer of a distraction, then squeezed her shoulder. "Sounds like a hell of a lot more fun to me." |