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| Drifting into Deep Waters; Prequel to Moon Tears | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: February 2, 2012, 4:20 pm (7,278 Views) | |
| Lucifer's Angel | February 2, 2012, 4:20 pm Post #1 |
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This is the prequel to Moon Tears and it explains about the foursome in the story and how it came to be, it's a romance with dramatic and fantasy elements and contains descriptions of a foursome in later chapters, feedback is welcome. Prologue 1940's Rural Quebec "Where are you going, monsieur?"., asked the driver as the hitchhiker got in the car. "The convent in Matane, I have business there", he replied. "Oui, tres bien. Do you a nun?", asked the driver. "Non, my daughter is there, I am taking her with me. She is staying with the sisters because I have been working in the states", he replied. "I see, mon ami. What happened to your wife, if you don't mind my asking?", asked the driver. "My wife died in childbirth, my in-laws blamed me for her death and wanted nothing to do with her. I have a good opportunity to make a lot of money and I am bringing along my daughter", he replied. "I wish you luck, mon ami", said the driver. The drive along the coast following the St. Lawrence River towards the Gaspe' Peninsula was a scenic one, the broad river like a pane of glass. The warm summer sun brought out the green of the trees and the birds who perched in their crowns sang a cheerful tune, the blue sky above with nary a cloud in sight. The two-lane highway was nearly empty except for the occasional small truck or bus, the little black Nash Rambler the only actual car on the road as they steadily made their way north. The hitchhiker was outwardly calm but he was both excited and nervous to finally see his daughter. The piece of paper with an address in Newfoundland lay in his pocket, the enigmatic instructions that went with it his great opportunity. "I hope this isn't a problem, but could you drop us off at the train station in town, I need to catch a train to Halifax", he said. "Of course, mon ami", he replied. The hitchhiker smiled in relief as he reached into his pocket and took out his wallet as he opened to reveal a picture of a little girl. It was a formal portrait taken around Christmas at a studio, the girl in a frilly white dress with white stockings and matching ribbons in her black curly hair. She resembled her father with the curly hair and bright blue eyes, only her fair skin differing from her father's olive complexion. They arrived at the town of Matane on the shores of the river an hour later. Just outside the town was the convent, the sprawling red brick complex guarded by a wrought-iron fence topped off with a Celtic Cross over the gate. The car parked outside as the security guard on duty let him inside as he walked past the gates and into the foyer of the building. The Mother Superior on duty smiled at him in welcome. She was a stern-looking woman in severe black robes and a white coif that covered her hair, a massive gold cruciifx around her neck that rested on her ample bosom. "Bonjour, Marie-Lisette is very eager to see you", she said. "Merci, madame", he replied. Several minutes later, one of the young postulates brought out the little girl as she squealed in delight and ran into his arms. "Papa!", she yelled. He chuckled as he embraced his daughter. "I am so glad to see you, ma princesse. We are going far away, you must say goodbye", he said. "Au revoir, Madam", she said. "Au revoir, Marie-Lisette. And I wish you the best of luck", said the Mother Superior as they walked towards the car. "Papa, where are we going?", asked Marie as she gazed over the railing of the ferry as it crossed the Gulf of St. Lawrence from Cape Breton Island towards Newfoundland. "We have to go there, ma princesse", he replied. Marie said nothing as the southwestern edge of Newfoundland came into view. It was dusk as the ferry docked at Channel-Port-aux-Basques in southwest Newfoundland. The sun was halfway set with the massive reddish-orange ball slowly sinking into the ocean, the upper portion of the sky a vivid lavender-blue with the stars coming out to twinkle at the scene below, a pale new moon barely visible. The sleepy fishing hamlet seemed barely to stir as the passengers left the ferry, the man taking Marie by the hand as they walked off the ship. "We have to take the bus L'Anse aux Meadows, then we'll know what to do", he said. Within five minutes, they were both on the bus headed north towards the far north of Newfoundland. The last of the sun had set with only the faintest rays visible over the horizon, the sky a vivid deep purple as more stars came out to illuminate the sky, so many and so bright they were like tiny diamonds sewn into black velvet. The new moon was a pale silvery-white with mostly the outline visible, the waters of the gulf still and flat as a pane of glass. The bus made its way up the coast as it stopped at numerous little villages along the way, a handful of passengers getting on or off. In spite of the late hour, Marie couldn't sleep as she watched the scenery pass by outside the window. The pale moon and stars were so brilliant in the sky and the stunted little trees near the gulf cast shadows on the ground, their branches and leaves resembling creatures from a fairy tale wood. She sat back in her seat and saw that her father was still awake, a thoughtful expression on his face. There seemed to be a sense of anticipation in the air, but only she and her father appeared to sense it as the other passengers were asleep. The bus made it's last stop at L'Anse aux Meadows, the last town in Newfoundland and the end of the line. It appeared to be nothing more than a meager fishing village, an old dock and equally old fishing boats tied to the moorings gently bobbing in the still waters. The man took her hand and led her off the bus where two people waited for them, a middle-aged couple who looked vaguely Medieval. "Follow us", said the man, speaking with a slight Scandinavian accent. He was tall and muscular with graying brown hair in a long braid and dressed in brown leather pants and matching shirt, a gold Thor's Hammer around his neck. He led them towards a little house nearby along with the woman and bade them to enter the parlor, where several briefcases were laid out on the couch. "These cases contain all the documents you need for your journey, may the gods bless you and protect you", he prayed. The man took a briefcase and led her to the back of the house out towards an odd tree with what appeared to be at first a small mound of dirt. Closer inspection revealed a small trapdoor guarding the entrance which led into a short tunnel underneath illuminated by a flashlight wielded by the woman. She led the little group further into the tunnel until they reached a bubbling pool of water, the water an odd blue-green color yet perfectly clear but distorting anything that gazed into its depths. "Hold on to the case and jump in, may the gods protect you and keep you from harm", said the man as they chanted a prayer in Norse. The man held tightly onto Marie with one hand and the briefcase with another as they entered the water. The sensation was completely the opposite of what they expected, for in spite of it being a pool of water, they did not feel the least bit wet at all. In fact, they felt dry and could see and breath normally as though they were fish, sinking to the bottom where an orb that had an unearthly glow as they walked towards it, their movements like walking on dry land. The minute they laid hands on the orb, a powerful current hit them and they felt as though they were suspended in animation, everything gradually turning black as the light from the orb faded to black. |
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| The Cosmic Gerbil | February 2, 2012, 5:23 pm Post #2 |
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Ohh, I wonder what that orb does? The water sounds mysterious and pretty
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| Lilith | February 2, 2012, 11:06 pm Post #3 |
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Aww... they're crossing the water frontier into the fantastic realms! I looove that! This is very intriguing! Were are they going?
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| Lucifer's Angel | February 3, 2012, 11:19 am Post #4 |
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Thanks for the feedback Chapter 1 Modern-Day Pittsburgh "Kris, mon ami. I know his very good bar, they have Maudite and the Unibroue beers on tap", said Max as they headed to the showers after practice. "That sounds good, it's hard to find the Unibroue beers here", said Kris. "What is Unibroue, is that band?", asked Evgeni, a confused look on his face as he vigorously towel-dried his hair. "It's a brewery in Quebec, they make really strong beers. There's a bar that sells them, do you want to come along?", asked Kris. "Da, that sounds good", said Evgeni as he took a bottle of gel and used it tame his unruly dark hair. The little group quickly dressed as they followed Max's truck towards the bar. To their surprise, it wasn't located in downtown Pittsburgh or the various sports arenas but rather out of town in Green Tree south of the river. The bar itsle was in a handsome brick building that occupied the corner of a block, a royal blue awning over the entrance that read Le Lys Blanc Pays in elegant white script, a Quebec flag hanging in the window. "The White Country Lily, that's a weird name for a bar", Kris mused aloud. "Oui, but it's really good", said Max as he led them inside. The interior of the pub was cozy and dim, all dark wood floors and tables with a long polished mahogany bar and gilt mirrors on the walls along with paintings of landscapes. The small tables and booths were occupied by a few patrons having lunch and drinks as a jukebox in the corner played Perfidia by the Glenn Miller band, the jazz music oddly feeling at place in the bar: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E0Skao81GIQ The group found an empty booth as a waitress came over with menus. Kris smiled appreciatively at her as she reached for a notepad and a pen in her apron. She was tiny, barely five feet tall and slim with glossy black hair pulled back into a knot at the base of her neck, her blue eyes the color of periwinkles with just a hint of lavender. A white apron over a simple black dress made her look vaguely like a French maid as she smiled at them. "Bonjour, monsieurs. What can I get you to drink?", she asked. Kris gave her a smile when he heard her speak, her French accent particular to Gaspe' where his father's family was from. "Trois bières de Maudite, Je vous remercie", he replied. The waitress looked surprised at first but she nodded and went to get their drinks. "Tanger, very nice. Not my type, but nice", said Max with a chuckle. "Oui, mon ami. I love tiny brunettes and she is from Gaspe', my father's people are from there before my father moved to Montreal. I'd recognize that accent anywhere", he chuckled. "Nice, how long until you tap that ass", he joked. "Vous êtes un cochon, Max", he laughed. "She is very little, Kris. You crush her like bug", said Evgeni dubiously. "I like tiny girls, mon ami Russe", he laughed. The waitress came over with the beers and set them down, the dark reddish-brown beer in heavy glass mugs quite different from most American beers. "Mademoiselle, quel est votre nom?", asked Kris. "Monsieur, mon père est là. Il ne va pas comme vous me tracasse", she said pertly, an amused smile on her face. "Mademoiselle, Je ne renonce pas facilement", he drawled as she gave him a look before going to another table. "She's gonna be a tough one", teased Max. "Her dad is the bartender", said Kris. The bartender was a small middle-aged man with the same black hair and blue eyes as his daughter, wiping down a mug as he listened to a customer. "He is very little too, he not scary", said Evgeni dismissively. "I know, Tanger, that girl doesn't even come to your shoulder. Are you sure she's legal?", joked Max. "Of course, why else would she be working in a bar?", he retorted. The girl was serving another table drinks when she heard the man's laughter. Mon Dieu, he is so handsome, she thought with a sigh. She had been caught off-guard when when spoke to her in French, his Montreal accent like the words of a long-remembered song. He was tall and muscular with his long black hair under a Pirates cap, his dark brown eyes teasing as he told her he didn't give up. I like him, she mused, a slight smile on his lips. Kris smiled as she came over to their table and served them more drinks, an amused chuckle escaping his throat as his brown eyes raked over her. "Quel est votre nom?", he repeated. "Mon nom est Marie-Lisette Gagnon, monsieur", she replied. "Mon nom est Kris Letang, et ce sont mes amis et ses coéquipiers Max Talbot and Evgeni Malkin. Et ceci est mon numéro de téléphone cellulaire", he said, handing her a napkin. "Merci, monsieur Letang", she said as she went to fetch another order. "How long until you get in her pants?", teased Max. Kris gave his friend a look. "Ne même pas y aller", he growled. "Whoa, I am just messing with you, mon ami. I am just saying that you have the hots for that sexy petite fille and you ought to do something before her daddy gets the shotgun out", he joked. "Ferme ta bouche", said Kris as he took a sip of his beer. |
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| The Cosmic Gerbil | February 3, 2012, 8:14 pm Post #5 |
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Ohhh, modern times now I wonder what is going to happen in the present day?
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| Lilith | February 4, 2012, 3:17 am Post #6 |
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Oh God, the thought of Kris so huge with Marie being tiny... hot!! hehehe! I love she's small but strong! XD Adorable!
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| Lucifer's Angel | February 4, 2012, 10:06 am Post #7 |
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Chapter 2 "Why are you so happy?", asked Sidney, shaking his head when he saw Kris emerge from the shower whistling. Kris just laughed at his captain, going over to his locker and getting dressed. "He's got the hots for this tiny brunette he saw at a bar yesterday, she's French and so little, I don't think she even comes up to his shoulder", teased Max as Kris flipped him off. "Nice, make sure she's legal then. Just kidding, but I'm not into tiny girls. Is she really that small?", asked Sidney, raising an eyebrow. "Oui, but I love tiny brunettes, it's an opposites attract thing. Her father is the bartender and he's little too. I could fight him, but I don't think she'd like that", he chuckled. "Nice, just don't get her daddy mad at you", laughed Sidney as he headed to the showers. Kris just shook his head and got dressed, changing into jeans and a Master of Puppets t-shirt with the Pirates cap over his dark wet hair. "Bonne chance tapant le cul, Tanger", joked Max as he ignored him and walked towards the player's lot. Marie finished sweeping the floor of the bar as she dumped the dust into a garbage can, taking out the bag and tying it as she placed it out the door in the alley. She glanced at the clock and saw it was ten minutes to noon as she went upstairs to their apartment to change. Marie went into her room and took out a uniform from the closet. The room was small and contained a daybed consisting of a polished white-painted brass bedstand topped with a frilly white lace quilt and porcelain dolls in handcrafted pastel dresses resting on the quilt. The dresser and nightstand were of a contrasting dark red cherry wood while the pale peach walls were adorned with tiny hand-stenciled purple lilies, the whole effect calming and dainty. She changed into her black work dress with an apron around her waist, her dark hair plaited into two braids wrapped around her head and pinned under a neat little white lace cap, black stockings and sensible black pumps on her feet. She glanced at her reflection and was satisfied as she made her way back downstairs. Marie was startled when she saw Kris sitting at a table, a blush rising on her cheeks as she came over to take his order. "Bonjour, et bonne journee. Qu'est-ce que vous voulez boire?", she asked. Kris just chuckled, his brown eyes raking over her body. "Mademoiselle, un Maudite, s'il vous plait", he replied as she went to get his beer. He watched her as she walked over to the bar and her father poured the beer. Even in the simple black dress and apron and her lovely hair under the cap, Marie was still beautiful. The dress fitted her perfectly and clung to her slim figure, accentuating the swell of her breasts and her tiny waist. The apron tied around her waist made him imagine that he could span it with his hands, the sheer black stockings emphasizing her surprisingly long legs, unusual in such a tiny woman. Marie came back with the dark beer in a pint glass and set it down on the table. "There's no one here, why don't you have a seat?", he asked. Marie gave him a shy smile as she blushed, much to his amusement. "This place is as clean as it will ever be and no one else is here", he said. She saw her father reading a newspaper and shrugged to herself as she sat across from him. "You are from Gaspe, my father's people were from there", he said. Marie raised an eyebrow. "Oui, we are from Gaspe'. And you are from Montreal, you have the accent", she said pertly. Kris just laughed as he took a sip of his beer. "Guilty as charged, ma fille joli pays", he chuckled. Marie gave him a little smirk, her blue eyes amused. "I may be a country girl, but but I am not a silly one, Monsieur Letang", she teased. Kris just laughed at her words, his brown eyes merry. "I like that, I don't like silly girls. We are playing a game tomorrow against the Flyers, I can leave you a ticket. And ask if your father wants to come along", he said. Marie's first instinct was to say nothing and decline the invitation, but a sense of boldness came over her as she walked over to her father with Kris at her side. "Papa, Monsieur Letang nous a invites a voir son ju demain soir", she said. He looked at them as if he sizing up Kris. "Je ne peux y aller parcer que je dois tendent le bar. Mais vous pouvez aller, ma princesse. Monsieur Letang, quelle heure de la fin de la partie?", he asked. "Il devrait se terminer a dix", he replied. "Bon, je ne la veux pas rentrer trop tard. Je le'habitude d'etre un joueur de hockey moi-meme et je souviens que trop bien comment me je portais", he chuckled. "Papa", she chided. "Je sais, ma princesse. Mais vous avez mis sur votre meilleur comportment, monsieur Letang", he warned. "Je sais, monsieur", he replied as he led her back to the table. "The guys are all ragging on me ever since Max told them, ma fille joli pais. After the game, we usually go out for drinks, care to join us?", he asked. "Oui, but no funny business", she teased. "Je sais, I don't want your father after me with the shotgun. And I will have to buy Max a drink, the recommended this place", he laughed. "Who is Max?", she asked. "That is my teammate Max Talbot", he explained as she nodded. "I see, but I have to warn you, I am a lightweight so don't try anything funny", she said, giving him a challenging look. "I figured, cute little think like you. Don't worry, I can be un parfait gentleman", he chuckled, taking her hand to his lips and kissing it as she blushed. "I like it when you blush, ma fille pays. Your cheeks are like pink roses", he said huskily. Kris finished his beer and went over to the jukebox. It was an older Rockola model with the neon purple and green lights, using the dial to flip through the selections. He raised an eyebrow when he saw it was almost all 30's and 40's jazz music except for a few 50's Doo Wop songs and Closing Time by Semisonic, oddly enough. Kris reached into his pocket and took out a quarter as he selected It's Been A Long, Long Time by Harry James, which he remembered his grandmother playing on her ancient turntable. Wordlessly, he took her hand and led her onto the tiny dance floor and led her in a surprisingly good waltz, Kitty Kallen's sultry vocals fitting the bluesy-jazz number perfectly: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vJFf29jUnrs Kiss me once, then kiss me twice Then kiss me once again It's been a long long time Haven't felt like this, my dear Since I can't remember when It's been a long, long time You'll never know how many dreams I've dreamed about you Or just how empty they seemed without you So kiss me once, kiss me twice Then kiss me once again It's been a long, long time Ah, kiss me once, kiss me twice Then kiss me once again It's been a long time Haven't felt like this my dear Since I can't remember when It's been a long, long time You'll never know how many dreams I dreamed about you Or just how empty they all seemed without you So kiss me once and kiss me twice Then kiss me once again It's been a long, long time Long, long time "Were you surprised, ma fille pays? My mom had me take dance lessons when I was a kid and I continued until I played in juniors, she said it would make me a gentleman", he chuckled. Marie could barely hear him as he held her close and led her in the waltz, his hand on her waist as she leaned against him. Kris easily towered over her by a foot and she had trouble looking up into his face, feeling absolutely tiny compared to him. For a brief moment, she felt as though she was at a ball and he was a prince, nothing else existing except for the both of them. The spell was broken as the song ended and the door opened as the patrons started arriving for lunch. Kris smiled at her and watched as she went over to another table to take orders, seeing her with the men arousing a powerful sense of jealousy within him, the feelings taking him aback as he shook his head. |
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| Lilith | February 4, 2012, 11:40 pm Post #8 |
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Oh, Kris! It's so adorable he can dance like that.. :3
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| The Cosmic Gerbil | February 5, 2012, 4:57 pm Post #9 |
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Awww, that was really sweet
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| Lucifer's Angel | February 7, 2012, 4:11 pm Post #10 |
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Chapter 3 Marie looked into the mirror as she carefully applied her eyeshadow, her hand steady so as to not smudge it. Satisfied, she placed the small compact into her makeup bag and looked through her closet for something to wear, her heart racing in anticipation. She finally found something as she settled upon a black strapless dress with white polka dots, which exposed the top of her chest and the black lace crinoline underneath giving it a bell shape: Posted Image It went with sheer black stockings and black patent leather pumps, her dark hair loose and curling to her shoulders. Marie grabbed her black leather clutch purse and headed downstairs, barely noticed by the patrons. She placed an elegant black faux-fur stole around her shoulders and went outside to the waiting taxi. "Consol Energy Center, monsieur", she said. "That'll be fifteen bucks, ma'am", said the driver as she paid the fare once they had arrived at the arena. "Mr. Letang left me a ticket, I am Marie Gagnon", she told the man at the box office. "Okay, here you go, Miss Gagnon. Enjoy the game", he replied. It was about an hour later before game time as fans steadily trickled into Consol and many of them in Penguins black and gold with their favorite player's names on the back of their sweaters. The bars inside the arena did a brisk business as fans waited for the game to start, groups of kids and church people watching practice on the ice as the team skated and did a few drills supervised by the coaches. Marie glanced down at her ticket and found her seat, surprised that it was only two rows back from the ice. "Bonjour, you must the girl that Kris keeps talking about", said a young woman her age holding a baby boy in a blue onesie on her lap, speaking with a heavy French accent. She was very pretty with long straight brown hair and big brown eyes, wearing white yoga pants and a black t-shirt as the baby gurgled happily. "Bonjour, madame. I was surprised this is the seat, I thought it would be further back. I am Marie-Lisette Gagnon", she replied. "And I am Veronique Larose and our son Henri, Marc-Andre is my boyfriend", she said as they shook hands. "He is a very handsome boy, how old is he?", she asked, smiling at the baby. "Henri is three months old, I was cursing at Marc the whole time", said Vero as the women laughed. Kris was finishing his skating drills when he glanced up and saw her, his heart skipping a beat as he tried not to grin like a fool. Marie sat next to Veronique as the two women chatted amiably, Henri on his mother's lap. She wore a simple yet elegant black dress with white polka dots and a full skirt that came to her knees and revealed her legs clad in black silk stockings. Her dark hair was loose around her shoulders, long black gloves that reached to her elbows on her tiny hands and a black bead necklace completed her outfit, the dark color emphasizing her milky paleness as he fought the urge to run his fingers through his hair and touch her. "Dude, nice. I like, very retro, real classy, mon ami", said Max appreciatively. "Yeah, she looks like Audrey Hepburn. Real classy", said Sidney. Everyone headed to the locker room to shower and change into their game uniforms. "Hey Geno, did you see Tanger's girl? He's got himself a classy one", said Sidney, a teasing look in his brown eyes. Evgeni had just emerged from the showers and was preparing to put on his uniform. "That nice, at least she not slutty girl", he said as they all laughed. Kris felt a vague sense of irritation when they laughed, a frown on his face. "Tanger, we're just messing with you", said Sidney, clapping him on the back. "I don't want to hear that, mon ami Escosse'", he replied. "Ooh, you're jealous", teased Sidney as everyone laughed. "It's a French thing, mon captain", he joked. "What is so funny, everyone?", asked Marc as he towel dried his wet hair and went over to his locker. "Get a load of Tanger's girl, classy but hot", said Sidney. "I saw her with Vero and Henri, she is very pretty. She looks like a 40's movie star, very pretty and classy. Of course, I will not tell Vero that, I do not want to sleep on the couch", he joked in his high-pitched voice with a heavy French accent. "We don't want you sleeping on the couch, Flower, that really sucks", said Max as everyone nodded in agreement, hurriedly getting dressed when they heard the coaches' footsteps echoing down the hall. The mood inside Consol Energy Center was electric as the Penguins prepared to face their in-state rivals the Philadelphia Flyers, the two teams close atop the standings with the Penguins ahead by one point. The two teams skated on their halves of the ice as the arena lights were dimmed, the Penguins in their home black uniforms and the Flyers in their away white ones with the black and orange trim. Kris skated in a circle while he waited for the puck to drop, holding his stick horizontally and his long hair peeking out from under his helmet. He glanced up and saw Marie with Veronique and Henri as he smiled to himself, seeing her wide eyes as she took everything in. Kris noticed Evgeni glance in her direction, raising an eyebrow but shrugging it off. Relax, he's not trying anything, he reminded himself. The arena lights turned on as the extra players left the ice, the starting six for each team getting into position. Kris got into his defensive position with his back to Marc in goal, watching as the referee skated in between the teams and prepared to drop the puck. The referee dropped the puck and immediately skated out of the way as the teams fought for possession, Sidney winning the draw as he skated towards the Flyers' goal with their defensemen in pursuit. The crowd roared like large angry beast as Sidney scored the goal with a backhander, a red light going off behind the net as he was embraced by his teammates. "That was very fast", commented Marie, seeing the goal was scored barely two minutes into the game. "Ja sais, but that's typical for Sid. The Flyers are a good team, though, so this isn't going to be easy", said Veronique as Henri looked around curiously and wondered what all the fuss was about. The Penguins won the game 1-0 as Marc and Flyers goalie Brian Boucher engaged in excellent goaltending on both sides. The team left the ice to the roar of the crowd ringing in their ears as they headed to the dressing room, exhausted but happy. "Tanger, that was a great way to show your girl her first game", laughed Sidney. "Oui, mon ami Escosse. And I want to show her a good time", he laughed as he stripped off his uniform and prepared to shower. "Nice, she will appreciate that. But don't do anything or her papa will come after you with the shotgun", joked Max as he followed Kris to the showers. Kris emerged from the showers and changed into gray slcaks and a white buttoned-down shirt and a gray suit jacket, combing his dark hair back and adding some gel. "Looking good there, Tanger", laughed Sidney. Kris just laughed, carefully using the comb to part his hair and checking himself in the mirror. "Where is a good place, any ideas?", he asked. "How about O'Brien's, I don't think your girl would like loud club", said Evgeni as he buttoned up his shirt and added the jacket. "That sounds good, tonight is not really a good time to party. And her dad isn't going to appreciate us taking her to Diesel", said Kris with a laugh. Evgeni and Kris finished dressing as they said a goodbye to their teammates and left the dressing room. The arena was empty except for janitors cleaning garbage from the stands and the Zamboni machine clearing the ice, the lights all dimmed. Kris as he extended his hand and reached for Marie, a slight blush on her cheeks as she put her tiny hand in his big one. "How did you enjoy your game, ma fille joli pays?", he drawled. "It was fast, I'm not a big hockey fan but my father played for the Americans when he was younger, that was a long tome ago", she replied. "Your dad played with Rochester? Did he ever get to the big club?", he asked. "Non, he had a injury to his knees", she replied. "That sucks, I'm lucky with my knees so far", said Kris with a little chuckle. Kris placed the stole around her shoulder as they followed him out to the players' lot, keys in hand as he opened the door to his black Chevy Silverado and helped her inside. "This is my baby, I bought it when I got drafted", he said proudly as he turned on the engine. Kris quickly changed the satellite station from Boneyard to the 40's station as Evgeni frowned. "Kris, this for old people", he said dismissively. "It's for the lady, mon ami Russe", he chided as the radio played Frost on the Moon. Marie hummed for a bit and sang along to the radio in her girlish soprano, much to their surprise: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=03un4MBkL9Y There's frost on the moon and snow on the ground, But with you around There's Spring in my heart. Don't need my racoon 'Cause everything's fine, As long as you're mine There's Spring in my heart. I know why I'm merry, Hummin' love's old tune; Even in January, Honey, it feels like June! There's frost on the moon, But what do I care? I don't know it's there, There's Spring in my heart. "You sing pretty, Miss Gagnon", said Evgeni. "Merci, monsieur", she replied. Kris just shrugged it off, glancing down at the Onstar. "You have a very pretty voice, Marie. It's unusual but I like it", he said. "Merci, monsieur Letang. My father only listens to 30's and 40's music, he thinks Elvis is too loud", she said with a little laugh. "Call me Kris, my father is Mr. Letang", he replied. "And call me Geno, only my mother call me Evgeni", he said shyly. "All right, Kris and Geno", she said. They arrived at the bar as Kris parked the truck in the small adjacent lot. Marie was about to get out when Evgeni grabbed her by the waist and helped her out, carrying her as though she weighed nothing more than a feather. "Ah, merci, Geno", she stammered, a bit startled. Evgeni blushed as he set her down, his cheeks turning pink. "Da, spasibo", he mumbled. Kris led them inside O'Brien's. It was a modest bar with dark polished wood paneling on the walls and Christmas lights strung over the bar, a jukebox in the corner playing country music. They found an empty table with Kris and Marie on one side and Evgeni on the other as a waitress came over. "Two pints of Guinness", he told her. "And I will have a Sidecar with Martell", said Marie as the waitress went to get their drinks. "Very nice, I can't tell one brandy from another. Then again, I just drink beer and whiskey", said Kris with a laugh. "And you call yourself French", she said dryly, her blue eyes full of amusement. "I don't drink beer except for Guinness and Baltika, American and Canadian is crap. Maudite good, though", said Evgeni. "I agree, only American beer I like is Rolling Rock and of course the Unibroue beers are good. Molson is crap and so is Labatt", said Kris as the waitress came over with their drinks. "This is going to be my only beer, I got to drive us back later", said Kris, taking a sip of his Guinness. Marie picked up her drink with a gloved hand and took a sip, nodding in approval. The jukebox played Amazed by Lonestar as a little smile formed on his lips. Wordlessly, he held out his hand towards her as he led her onto the dance floor. Maire felt him place his hands on her waist and lead her in a slow dance, feeling very tiny and protected in his embrace. He led her in the dance as the jukebox played, going back to the booth as she had a slight blush on her cheeks: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d_T6HbvoG24 Every time our eyes meet This feeling inside me Is almost more than I can take Baby, when you touch me I can feel how much you love me And it just blows me away I've never been this close to anyone or anything I can hear your thoughts, I can see your dreams I don't know how you do what you do I'm so in love with you It just keeps getting better I wanna spend the rest of my life With you by my side Forever and ever Every little thing that you do Baby, I'm amazed by you The smell of your skin The taste of your kiss The way you whisper in the dark Your hair all around me Baby, you surround me You touch every place in my heart Oh, it feels like the first time every time I wanna spend the whole night in your eyes I don't know how you do what you do I'm so in love with you It just keeps getting better I wanna spend the rest of my life With you by my side Forever and ever Every little thing that you do Baby, I'm amazed by you Every little thing that you do I'm so in love with you It just keeps getting better I wanna spend the rest of my life With you by my side Forever and ever Every little thing that you do Oh, every little thing that you do Baby, I'm amazed by you Evgeni drained the last of his beer as the waitress went to him another. He had been watching them dance and couldn't help the feeling of jealousy he felt when he saw them dance, immediately feeling guilty. Marie had looked so beautiful and delicate in Kris' embrace, the black and white outfit really bringing out her dainty, doll-like beauty. Evgeni nodded in thanks and took a large swallow of Guinness, trying to get rid of the jealous feeling. "Uh, do you want to dance?", he asked shyly. Marie glanced up with a startled look on her face, raising an eyebrow. "All right, Geno", replied Kris as he gave his friend an encouraging look. Evgeni let out the breath he'd been holding as he extended his hand and led her onto the dance floor as the jukebox played Cowgirls Don't Cry by Brooks and Dunn: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y2OaCUrZQoM Her Daddy gave her first pony Then told her to ride She climbed high in that saddle Fell I don't know how many times Taught her a lesson that she learned Maybe a little too well Cowgirls Don't Cry Ride, baby, ride lessons in life are going to show you in time soon enough your gonna know why it's gonna hurt every now and then if you fall get back on again Cowgirls don't cry She grew up She got married Never was quite right She wanted a house, a home and babies He started coming home late at night She didn't let him see it break her heart She didn't let him see her fall apart 'cause Cowgirls don't cry [ Cowgirls Don't Cry lyrics from http://www.lyricsyoulove.com/b/brooks_dunn/cowgirls_dont_cry/ ] Ride, baby, ride lessons in life are going to show you in time soon enough your gonna know why it's gonna hurt every now and then if you fall get back on again Cowgirls don't cry Phone rang early one morning Her momma's voice, she'd been crying Said it's your daddy, you need to come home This is it, I think he's dying She laid the phone down by his head The last words that he said Cowgirl don't cry Ride, baby, ride Lessons in life show us all in time Too soon God lets you know why If you fall get right back on Good Lord calls everybody home Cowgirl don't cry He was taller than Kris and more muscular, his huge hands that could easily pummel someone handling her gently as they danced. Kris said nothing as he took a sip of his Coke, his brown eyes full of questions. "I hope you enjoyed the dance, mon ami Russe", he said smoothly. "Da, Kris", he replied as he drank some more Guinness. |
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| Lilith | February 7, 2012, 5:37 pm Post #11 |
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I love that Marie is petite and both admire how tiny and delicate she is. The contrast between this huge boys is sweet and HOT! Uh, I hope Geno is not getting wrong ideas towards her!
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| The Cosmic Gerbil | February 8, 2012, 11:32 am Post #12 |
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Ah, they are all having lots of fun at the club It is cute to see a really big bloke and a small girl
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| Lucifer's Angel | February 8, 2012, 8:39 pm Post #13 |
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Chapter 4 Kris looked at himself in the miror as he adjusted his tie, smiling at the reflection in the mirror. "Kris, is this tie a good one?", asked Evgeni, holding up a powder-blue tie. "Non, mon ami Russe. It looks very 70's, you ought to wear a black tie", said Kris as he put the tie back in its drawer. "Okay, I put on black tie. How hot do you think it is in LA?", he asked as he put on the black tie. "It's February, it's probably a bit cold still and the beaches probably aren't open yet. Maybe we can squeeze in a trip somewhere, last time we went to Disneyland. But it's going to be cold in the Bay Area still, maybe we can at least do a bit of looking about", said Kris mused aloud as he tucked his phone into his suit pocket and got his bags to the door. "Geno, I wish Marie was here", he said. "You have Skype, you sue that", said Evgeni. "I know, but it's not the same. Merde, I must sound like a silly emo kid", said Kris with a chuckle as they walked outside to the truck. They drove westwards on I-270 towards Pittsburgh International Airport as the radio was tuned to Boneyard. "Kris, maybe on the last road trip, you can take her along with all the families", said Evgeni. "Good idea, Geno. We are going to Calgary and Edmonton and Winnipeg, that's always fun. And I"m sure you'll want to go back to Cowboys", teased Kris. "Da, of course. We don't have anything like that in Russia, with mechanical bulls and line-dancing and sexy cowgirls. I do not want the pictures to end up online", said Evgeni with a frown. "Oui, it doesn't look good to have your ass drunk on tequila and ride a mechanical bull. Maybe the line dancing would be okay", said Kris. He parked the black truck in the long-term lot and got the bags out of the cab, taking a bus to the terminal. "I can't wait to be in California, it's supposed to snow more", said Jordan Staal with a frown. He was a huge man, at least 6'4 and 220lbs with a mane of long blond hair that almost reached his shoulders and bright blue eyes, his gray suit fitting his giant frame perfectly. "You ought to know something about snow, mon ami Néerlandais. You're the one who grew up on a sod farm in Thunder Bay", teased Kris as Jordan playfully punched his shoulder. "And what's with this chick of yours? You could probably crush her like a bug", he chuckled. Kris frowned. "Jordan, that is rude", he chided. "Whoa, I was just messing with you, Tanger. I don't go for girls that small, not my type at all. Plus, I don't like brunettes much", said Jordan. "Sorry, mon ami Neerlandais. But I tend to be a wee bit jealous where women are concerned", said Kris apologetically. as the team started boarding their charter flight to Los Angeles. "Please fasten your seatbelts and place your chairs and trays in the upright and secure position", said the pilot over the intercom. Kris opened his eyes from his nap and strapped on his seat belt, glancing out the window as the never-ending suburbs of LA came into view. It's two in the afternoon here and five back on the East Coast, by the time we land and find our hotel it should be six or hereabouts. Hopefully she'll be on Skype, he mused. "Lucky we only have morning skate tomorrow, what do you want to do?", asked Evgeni as the plane touched down at LAX. "I don't know, we'll think of something", replied Kris. "But what do you want to do tonight?", asked Jordan. "Maybe go out for drinks, a club, something like that. LA's got a lot of clubs and the hottest girls", said Max with a laugh. Kris shook his head and playfully slapped his fellow Frenchman. "Let's go to Velvet Margarita, that place is a lot of fun", he said. Max made a face. "Non, mon ami. There aren't any fine ladies there and it is a very silly place", he said. "Max, that place awesome. I want to have one of those big margaritas and dance to country music", said Evgeni. "Great idea, country music, Mexican food and Mexican hotties, hell yeah", said Jordan eagerly. "But remember we have the morning skate tomorrow", reminded Sidney as he grabbed his bags from the conveyor belt. "Of course, Capitan", said Max, giving his teammate a salute. Everyone grabbed their bags and headed towards the bus that was to take them to the hotel. The bright Southern California sun was far more brilliant than anything on the East Coast this time of year as the all immediately put on sunglasses, the temperature a balmy 65 degrees compared to the snow in Pittsburgh. Kris found a seat and took off his suit jacket as he placed it neatly on the seat behind him, taking out his Ipod an. He turned on the little device and plugged in the headphones, chuckling to himself when Going to California by Led Zeppelin came over the speakers. The drive from LAX to the hotel had to go via I-10, the freeway perpetually crowded as today was no exception. Evgeni stirred in his seat behind Kris and frowned at the never-ending line of traffic, taking out his own Ipod and turning it on. He frowned when 5 Minutes Alone by Pantera came over the speakers and changed to some Taylor Swift, smiling in relief as Back to December came over the speakers. I hope the guys don't find out, I will never hear the end of it, he mused with a chuckle. After nearly an hour of continuous traffic, the bus finally arrived at the hotel, a massive sprawling Hyatt near the Staples Center. "It's only three, I'm going to see if Marie is on Skype", said Kris as they quickly checked in. "Ooh, you really like this chick, huh? I'm just messing with you, Tanger, I want to have fun first", teased Jordan. "Mon ami, I am not a playboy like Max, even if I am French", he replied with a chuckle. "I know, but I'm having fun. Then again, my folks are just solid Dutch farmers from some butthole town in the boonies, I'm making up for lost time", he joked. Kris smiled at his big blong firend and took the elevator up to his room, opening the door with the key and leaving the bags near the bed. Glad I don't have a roommate on this road trip, he mused as he took off his suit as he headed to the shower. He emerged half an hour later clad in jeans and a Pantera t-shirt with snakes and the Texas flag, his dark hair slicked down with gel and hidden under his black Pirates cap. He opened his white Macbook and plugged it in as it loaded, frowning in disappointment when she wasn't online on Skype. She's probably working at the bar still, I'll contact her later, he thought as he turned off the laptop and carefully the place the suit on a hanger in the closet. "So your chick wasn't on Skype, Tanger?", asked Jordan as a waitress set down a Corona in front of him. Kris shook his head as he took a sip of his own Corona. "Non, mon ami Neerlandais. She's probably working at the bar", he replied. "You know this is like the joke, right? A teenage nymphomaniac whose dad runs a liquor store", he laughed. "What joke is that?", asked Evgeni, taking a sip of his tequila. "It's a joke about how the ideal woman is a sexy teenager whose dad owns a liquor store", explained Jordan. Evgeni nodded in understanding. They were at the Velvet Margarita, the club a kitschy combination of a Mexican cantina and a country honky-tonk with an odd clientele of LA hipsters and Mexican people. The decor had fake straw and pitchforks and a mechanical bull but also red velvet curtains and donkey-shaped pinatas hanging from the ceiling and garish velvet paintings of Elvis and various Catholic saints and sexy busty women in Mexican peasant outfits hanging on the walls. A jukebox in the corner played some Ricky Van Shelton as one group of Mexican men drank beer and shot pool nearby, one of the men winning fifty dollars from his friend. Another group of LA hipsters in tight jeans and ironic t-shirts gathered around an Evel Knievel pinball machine as the gaudy vintage game lit up like a Roman candle announcing that someone had won a free game, his friends clapping him on the back. "This is like the place where we had my brother's bachelor party", said Jordan as he took a sip of beer. "Which one, you have a lot of brothers?", asked Evgeni. "It was Eric's bachelor party, the others haven't gotten around to it yet and I'm nowhere near having a bachelor party", laughed Jordan. Kris felt his phone vibrate and saw he had a text from Marie Kris, where R U? as he dialed her number and moved away from the jukebox. "Hello, ma fille pays. We are at Velvet Margarita in LA, I'm with Geno and Jordan", he said. "But don't you have a game tomorrow?", she asked. "Non, just a morning skate. I tried to contact you on Skype, but you weren't online", he said. "Oh, I was working. I'm usually online after eight", she explained. "I see, I'll contact you tomorrow", he said. "And don't party too much, monsieur Letang, it will be all over the web", she teased. "Je sais, ma fille. Talk to you later, Marie", he said. "Bonne nuit, Kris", she said. "Bonne nuit, Marie", he replied as she hung up. "Ooh, any phone sex?", laughed Jordan, taking a large swallow of beer. "You have a very dirty mind, mon ami Neerlandais", retorted Kris. "Da, he is right. Was she at work?", asked Evgeni as he drank another shot of tequila. "Yeah, I forgot about the time difference. And how many shots did you have?", asked Kris. Evgeni felt very good as the tequila coursed through his system, a crooked smile on his lips. "That was my fourth, I will stick to beer now", he laughed. "I gotcha, it's not good to show up drunk at practice", agreed Jordan. "Let's get back before the coaches start a bed check", cracked Jordan as the three men settled the tab. "Oui, that is a vey good idea, I don't want the coach to have us skating suicides", agreed Kris. The three men went outside where a taxi waited as Jordan told the driver the address. It was just after eleven and the area around the bar was still buzzing with people out partying, many of them aspiring actors and models judging from all the exposed flesh and skimpy clothes on display. The lights of downtown LA in the distance glittered through the ever-present smog, rendering what would normally be beautiful into something tawdry. "Good night, guys", said Jordan as he got off on his floor. Kris and Evgeni got off on the sixth floor and went to their respective rooms. Evgeni quickly changed into boxers and a sleeveless undershirt as he unmade the bed and reached for the remote, turning on the TV as he still didn't feel very tired. He idly flipped through the channels until he came across TCM which was showing some old cowboy movie as he settled into watch, reminding him of the old cowboy movies he had seen as a child on TV that had been dubbed into Russian. Evgeni had a chuckle at the cheapness of the movie, as it was clearly just a few plywood facades on a backlot somewhere in the desert. He perked up when the sheriff entered a saloon and a group of men in cowboy outfits played a song he remembered from those movies, Deep Waters as performed by Bob Wills and Texas Playboys as they made a cameo in the movie. The song had not been dubbed into Russian and had been subtitled instead, but the lyrics were beautiful in either language: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WSlskCq9Qk I'm - drifting into Deep Water I'm starting to care for you You're getting me in Deep Water Be careful what you do. You want a romance, but I'm seekin' love I know I'll regret it when it ends I'm - windin' up in Deep Water Why can't we just be friends. It's - restless in this Deep Water I'm lost between right and wrong My love is true as Deep Water Your love won't last as long. Where will it lead me and where will it end I can't help but wish I only knew I'm - windin' up in Deep Water So deep in love with you. The movie ended as he got up in bed and became pensive, a thoughtful look on his face. I remember that song from when I was a kid, but the song is so much better than I remember, he mused. Evgeni turned off the TV and the light as he prepared to sleep. His eyes widened and was startled to see a figure seated at the edge of the bed as his breath caught in his throat. The figure was easily the most beautiful woman he had ever seen as she gave him an enigmatic little smile. Her hair was a gleaming dark honey blond that fell past her shoulders and her eyes were the vivid green of summer leaves or a tree in full bloom, clad in a gossamer white dress and a blue and green plaid around her body. She reached over and gently touched his cheek with a cool, soft touch as he lay perfectly still, watching as she gradually faded away. For a few moments, Evgeni was totally still and barely dared to blink as he gazed at where she had been. She had been so real and so beautiful and certainly her touch had felt real, he mused as he gingerly touched his cheeks. I really need to get some sleep, he added as he rolled over and closed his eyes. |
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| Lilith | February 9, 2012, 11:47 pm Post #14 |
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Ok, I'd pee myself if I have a vission of that sort! Hahaha! Loved the hipster semi mexican restaurant,lol And the fact they drank Coronas! Kris is adorable, Jordan makes me laugh!
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| The Cosmic Gerbil | February 10, 2012, 12:00 pm Post #15 |
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Ohh, I wonder who the beautiful woman was? I wonder if she was a ghost?
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Oh God, the thought of Kris so huge with Marie being tiny... hot!! hehehe! I love she's small but strong! XD Adorable!
Hahaha! Loved the hipster semi mexican restaurant,lol And the fact they drank Coronas!
Kris is adorable, Jordan makes me laugh!

8:49 PM Jul 10