ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ (mobdog) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2015-09-22 22:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2018 [09] september, marina scherbatskaya, viktor scherbatsky |
Who: Vic Scherbatsky & Marina Kovalenka
Where: The Bonfire
When: Saturday September 7, after Vic sees Demi at the Chestnut Tree
What: Some crabbiness, jealousy, heart-to-hearts, and stuff.
All he'd wanted out of the evening was just a night out with his girl, Teagan, and a couple of drinks between them before they headed back to the Dog Park. While the two Officers had been on their best behavior and Vic had finally gotten to see Demi again after months of separation, they'd had to navigate the overt hostility that the DoR jackass had been sending their way. No one'd gotten hit or beat up or anything, not at a supposedly-neutral location like the Chestnut Tree on Rodeo's orders to play nice, but Vic still felt the tension that came with being so close to an enemy and not doing anything about it. Once they got back, he made his way to the bonfire, hoping to have some mindless drinking and conversation with some of the other guys at the Park. Apparently that was easier said than done, though, once Cherry made it clear that tonight was one of the nights that she was going to try to make it with him. Vic was in the middle of listening to a long story about one of the other bitches when he spotted Marina to his left. It wasn’t like Marina had nothing to do when Vic was gone, but he really was a better companion than the other bitches around camp. Truthfully, him going out with Teagan was the first time he’d been somewhere that Marina couldn’t pop in to say hi or tell him something funny one of the other patches had said or just see how he was doing. So when Vic got back that night and finally joined them all at the Bonfire, Marina was less than thrilled about the fact that Cherry was all up on him and she didn’t really have a chance to talk to him. Marina wasn’t jealous but there were just some things that were unacceptable and Cherry’s stupid face was one of them. Seeing as how she wasn’t jealous, dancing with some random patch was not a retaliation on her part. She was just keeping herself occupied and having a good time. Simple as that. Eventually she broke away from him and wandered over to get some moonshine, which is where she crossed paths with Vic. It wasn’t planned by any means. Because that would imply that she was trying to get his attention or something and Marina just wasn’t. "How's your night going?" he asked her in Russian, once he was within earshot. "My night is going fine. I’m having fun. Are you?" She asked, taking a sip of her ‘shine before looking up at him. "It's...." He trailed off, trying to figure out how to even describe the night he and Teagan had ended up having out at the Chestnut Tree. Marina didn't know Demi, so leading with that wouldn't have meant much to her. But despite how good that'd been, there was a part of him that felt awfully unsettled. He wasn't sure what to make of it. And as though that wasn't enough, he was still reeling from the outburst he'd had about Marina's old crew at Chapel on Wednesday and the weird feeling of jealousy he'd felt when he heard about her old friend, Antón, and how he'd apparently rolled into Austin earlier that week. That feeling hadn't gone away when he'd seen him at Nadia's birthday party, either. Vic took a sip of his own drink and shrugged, at a loss for words to explain the jumble in his head. "Going okay, I guess. That bar wasn't too bad but I'd rather drink for free at home the rest of my evening." "Welcome back home, then," Marina said neutrally, sipping again. He wasn’t giving much to go on and to make it better, Cherry was circling around the perimeter of them, looking for her chance to get the Enforcer’s attention once more. That bitch was seriously persistent, though Marina wasn’t entirely sure her attention was unwanted in this situation. "Seems like your welcoming committee is ready for more of you, so I won’t keep you.." "What welcoming committee?" Vic's eyes ranged from side to side, trying to figure out what Marina was alluding to, before he caught sight of Cherry making a slow approach towards them. "Jesus fucking Christ," he swore, pulling a face and sidestepping to put some distance between them. "At least she can't understand a thing we're saying." And then, after a vague thought had occurred to him: "Do you think I'm interested in her?" Marina glanced over at Cherry again then back to Vic before shrugging. "She’s been all over you and you haven’t sent her away. Isn’t that what that means?" As one of the newer girls around camp she didn’t understand all the rules, but she’d learned the jist pretty quickly. And it wasn’t even like Vic was one to mess around with the camp bitches so she had no reason to jump to those conclusions but some irrational part of her couldn’t help but go there. "Maybe I didn't actually physically push her away or anything like that but I walked away to come find you, didn't I? Or did you think that was just an accident?" Vic's brow furrowed as he spoke, the line between his eyebrows deepening while he tried to make sense of this. There was an edge to Marina's voice that he hadn't heard before and he could hear how his tone echoed it, too. "I'm not interested in Cherry. I'm not --" interested in anyone, Vic had almost just said, but the words felt like a lie even without him having said them out loud. "I'm not interested in her," he said instead. "Well good. I’m glad we cleared that up then," Marina said, her voice still not completely back to normal. He’d been acting weirder than normal lately and she definitely picked up on it. He’d gone all Enforcer on her asking her about Antón after Nadia’s party and she understood his concern but there had been something that felt different about those conversations. Even just now it seemed like he wanted to say more but was holding back but she had no idea what was going on with him. She didn’t even know where this jealous feeling was coming from because nothing was going on between them and she was honestly okay with it. Over the past few weeks she and Vic had grown close and he was her friend. But for some reason the idea that Vic might prefer Cherry over her made her crazy. The alcohol wasn't helping his understanding of this situation. All Vic could tell for sure was that Marina was saying she was glad, but it was pretty obvious from the way she was looking at him that there was more to it than that. And figuring out Marina's intentions was only the half of it when he still didn't know what he wanted. Bishop seemed to think there could be something between them, but Vic was hesitant to really consider the notion without talking to Sasha about it first. Still, though, he couldn't help but wonder. "If I was interested in Cherry," he said then, slowly, "How would you feel about it?" “Are you kidding me with this shit? How could you be interested in her?” Marina asked, her brows furrowing together as she looked up at Vic. "Well --" Vic glanced over at the woman in question, wondering if he was supposed to answer honestly while they worked through this hypothetical situation. "She's not bad looking," he said then, diplomatically. Marina looked over at Cherry as well, taking in her appearance, before slowly turning her head back to Vic. She wasn’t a stranger to being with a woman, and under normal circumstances she would have no problem complimenting the woman on her looks. She didn’t like this at all, though. Begrudgingly, she shrugged and nodded. “Yeah, she’s pretty.” "Yeah, she is." Vic's eyes narrowed then as he realized what an odd direction their conversation had taken. It seemed too late to back out of what he'd started, though. "But there are a lot of pretty women around here." “A lot of good looking men, too,” Marina replied, giving him a half shrug. “Though I don’t suppose that’s something you men tell each other.” "You'd be surprised how often that comes up in Chapel, but it's usually Rodeo talking about himself." They'd actually discussed that when they'd talked about his potential interview, but it'd been mostly jokes. "I ain't afraid to tell them that if that's what they need to hear, though," he added with a grin. Marina felt the corner of her mouth pull up at that, able to imagine the scene all too well. “Rodeo is like a peacock,” she chuckled, “But that’s nice to hear. I hope they do the same for you.” "Not as often as they should." The tension he'd felt just a few minutes ago was slowly starting to fade as they continued to talk, leaving in its place a sense of relief. "I'll bring it up next time we have a meeting." He took another sip of his drink and swallowed as a thought occurred to him: "Does that mean you think I'm good looking, if I need to be talking to the rest of the officers about it?" “Yeah, you’re good looking,” Marina said, biting her lip to hold back her grin. He was different from the men she was usually attracted to -- bigger and more muscular and serious more often than not -- but the differences suited him so well she couldn’t imagine him any other way. “But don’t let it go to your head.” Vic let out a 'hm' to buy himself time as he considered this. He'd never considered himself unattractive, and though he'd lacked someone to reassure him of his attractiveness for over a year, it'd never been something that had concerned him much. But as soon as he'd asked the question, he'd felt a tightening in his chest as he waited for her answer -- and it wasn't going away even after she'd responded in the affirmative. "You too," he finally said, uncertainty clear in his voice. This was the part he never had figured out how to handle. Marina tilted her head at Vic, trying to discern what the edge to his voice was. The last few minutes had to be the most tense in the history of their friendship thus far and she wasn't quite sure how she felt about it all. At least they seemed to have moved past the topic of Cherry so her level of anxiety had dropped. "Thank you," she responded after a moment, then took a sip of her moonshine. "You're welcome." It was an odd, too-formal way to respond, Vic knew, but what the fuck else was he supposed to do just then? He finished the rest of his moonshine, then, just for something to do. Aaaaand now it was back to being awkward. Normally with men all she had to do was bat her eyes a bit and they were putty in her hands but things were different with Vic and all her normal tricks didn’t seem to apply to their relationship. He wasn’t just some patch she was going to fuck because she was bored or wanted something. She didn’t know what was going on between them but given the fact that she saw red at the idea of him with someone like Cherry (and honestly, any other woman) there was something. She lifted her jar of moonshine and drained the contents (which really wasn’t helping her get any clarity on the situation) before turning her gaze up to Vic. “Can you lean down here for a second?” It was a thought that had popped into her head (with help of moonshine) and once he’d crouched down a bit, Marina raised up on her tiptoes and pressing her lips against his in a surprisingly chaste kiss. Vic's eyes widened, then closed as he instinctively returned the kiss. His moonshine cup fell to the ground as he settled his good hand on her hip, pulling her closer. In all honesty, Vic could've probably kissed her for hours once he'd started. The only reason why he'd pulled away was the dawning awareness that they were still within view of the bonfire, something that was made even more obvious by a scattering of applause that came from a small group of prospects. He turned to face them, sure he looked real intimidating with his arm all tied up in its sling, and yelled, "Mind your own fucking business, why don't you?" And then, once they'd scattered, he turned back to Marina, pressing his lips together to hide a grin. "Maybe we should go somewhere else." Marina grinned, taking a step back and taking his hand in hers. “Yeah, maybe we should,” she said. And with that she began leading him away from the bonfire. |