Saturday, August 12th, 8:16
Had the oxy caught the pain rip before it would get brutal?
Dana clenched her teeth. Always so hard to know for sure.
Whatever. She forced herself to get up from bed, her
conversation with Dad yesterday compelling the energy. Yeah. This would
definitely be worth forging through the pain.
She looked out her bedroom’s window. Her earlier assumption
of those sounds was spot on; the security details’ bus was already parked
outside, along with loads of those trailers.
What to wear, what to wear? Trying her best to ignore
the sharp pain in her knees, ankles, and of course even in her hips, she
searched in her closet. Soft, close-fitting jean cut-offs. And a tight-fitting
bad-ass tee. That grey one, with the Megadeath design. Yeah. All of this would
fit the bill. She cautiously put them on, careful not to enrage any of the
soon-to-be subsiding pains.
She slipped on her sandals and headed out of her room.
Blinking, clearing the haze from sleep and oxy leftovers
from yesterday, she watched ahead down the hallway. Savannah was still here,
folding her bunk bed blankets.
Each step she took gave some comfort. The oxy was kicking
in. The pain was lessening.
And how about some fun, here?
The anticipation was energizing. Ignoring any lingering
tinges of sharp pain, she rushed ahead until at the end of the bus’s hallway.
She wrapped her arms around Savannah and tugged her toward the window by the
door, the girl giving little resistance. “Need your great eyesight. We got to
check this out.”
“Hey, Dana, wait a minute.” Typical Savannah, barely
fighting back. “I thought you weren’t feeling so great.”
“This is worth the pain. Come on. They hired a new guy.”
Dana brought her to the sofa right under the window. They
both plopped down.
Savannah inched herself closer to the window and covertly
opened the blind a crack. “What does he look like?”
“Well, how am I supposed to know? Look for someone you don’t
recognize, with security.”
“Oh, Dana. He’s probably going to look like Bronx, you know,
that mid-age 40-something old guy with the pregnant gut.”
“No. Wrong. Heard he’s younger. Keep looking.”
She stopped and faced Dana. “What about you?”
“No, you do it.”
Savannah smirked and turned back to the window. “Oh, be your
“Yes. Right. You’ve learned well.” Dana waited a bit longer.
But Savannah was taking too long. “Anything? Anything? Come on.”
Savannah sighed. “Well, if it’s not Bronx, he’s probably
going to look like that bald 20-something guy, with the creepy eyes. Can’t
remember his name.”
“Will you stop being so negative? Just keep looking.”
Time was passing by far too much.
Dana moved to the end of the sofa near the door. She stood
“Oh shit!” Savannah said. “I see him, I think!”
Dana froze her hand. She couldn’t peek out the door’s window
blinds now. “Describe him! What does he look like?”
“Tall. Dark hair, sort of long. Big, broad shoulders. He’s
This was just too much fun. Dana nestled her body next to
Savannah and shoved her away. “Let me see!”
Savannah collapsed across the sofa. “Aww, Dana, why you
treat me like this?”
“Sorry.” She gently pushed the blinders away and stared
outside. And then she saw him too. “Oh my God. I could tell by your voice you
weren’t kidding. He’s a handsome beast.” She looked at Savannah, now sitting up
on the sofa. “I want to go meet him.”
Savannah twirled her fingers around the strands of hair near
her face and yanked down on them a touch. “Now?”
“Don’t worry, babe, he’s not gonna be your boy toy.”
She smiled. “Oh. Of course.”
But first things first. Using her spread fingers like a
comb, Dana stroked both hands through her hair and fluffed her hair out on the
sides, next pressing her hair down some. She drew closer to Savannah’s face.
“Well…” Savannah used her hands to smooth out and tussle
Dana’s hair just right. “Much better now. But, no makeup?”
“No time now. Besides, I don’t really need it.”
“Yeah, that’s true.”
“Okay. Let’s go.”
Dana led them out of the bus. She stepped down upon the
enormous, football-field size lawn area they were instructed to park on. The
sun was bright, warming, helping to sooth any remaining twinges of the pain,
though the air had too much of the usual sickening truck fumes.
Walking toward him, she couldn’t resist her nasty thoughts.
“Savannah, girl, I’m going to ruin him. Crush his proud, arrogant ego to
“Why? You never met him before! And besides, your rep around
employees needs to be squeaky-clean.”
“Ha, right, has Carter been talking to you?”
“Well, yeah. He’s told all of us that.”
“Doesn’t matter. I know what I’m doing.”
Dana stopped walking, to rest her legs a moment, with
Savannah doing the same. She fixed her eyes on him up ahead, a hundred feet
away or so. He was carrying sound equipment from one of the trucks and placing
in on an ATV transport trailer. “Look at him. He thinks he’s God’s gift to
women. Well, guess what? Let’s see how he feels after he meets me.”
“Dana. This doesn’t sound like you! You’re still healing
from that last break up, you know.”
“But I’m better. Don’t worry.”
She began walking again, Savannah staying with her, the
distance between the two of them and that handsome beast decreasing with every
“Wait a minute.” Savannah grabbed Dana’s shoulder and held
her back. They were only about fifty feet away now.
“Oh. My. God. That’s the hot dork who called you by your
last name in Casper, and got in that fight!”
“Finally, you get it!” Dana couldn’t help but burst out
laughing, even though it hurt. She bowed over, her hands on her knees, barely
able to stop her giggles. “Took you long enough.”
“Oh, and you didn’t know what he looks like. Sure, you
didn’t. And I hope you realize, everyone is looking at us now.”
Dana finally suppressed her giggles, stood up straight and
didn’t even bother to see if the crew were looking at her. Fuck them. But
Savannah had her arms crossed and appeared hurt. Dana placed a hand on her arm.
“I’m sorry. I just couldn’t resist.”
Savannah smirked and gazed at the ground. “I know. But
this certainly explains your animosity toward him.”
“Come on.” She laughed again, quietly this time. “Let’s go
meet, as you put it, the hot dork. And watch and learn, my dear Savannah, watch
With every step getting them nearer, Dana evaluated. Thank
you, Carter, for your required uniform, that black polo T-shirt and those
Bermuda khaki shorts. Couldn’t better highlight this guy’s features. His
biceps, deltoids, and forearms were massive. He had that lovely, thick, rugged
neck. His legs were built like a body builder, but not overly muscle-bound. A
bulky, but muscular, athletic body. No skinny toothpick this guy, umm no.
And Savannah’s initial reaction was coming through loud and
clear the closer the view. Features maybe a mix of Samoan and Polynesian,
almost like Hal, but not with the same dark skin tone. Plus he had straighter
black hair. But his dark brown eyes, and his rugged, handsome face was just too
much to handle. And needed to be destroyed.
Dana’s closer approach caught his attention. He placed a
large speaker on the trailer, stood up straight, and looked at her dead on.
She continued walking nearer to him. But with each closing
step, discomfort rose within her. This wasn’t going to be so easy. His eyes
were staring right into her. No, not just within, but directly into her very
soul. Okay. She stared right back. But didn’t seem to budge him. What. Was he
curious? Overly arrogant? Maybe angry?
The rest of the guys nearby knew better than to stare back
at her. They gave quick glances, maybe a nod and a smile, and continued with
Dana crossed her arms under her breasts and stared up into
his face. “So, the new guy.”
He cracked a smile, making him even hotter than he was
already, and held out his hand. “Hi. I’m Evan, Evan Turrone.”
Dana sneered and placed her hand forward. He reached out to
take her hand and she instantly flipped her hand back away from him. She placed
her gently curled fist near her chin instead. “Sorry. Sort of a germ freak. I
don’t shake hands.”
Good ole’ Savannah. Always knew how to have someone’s back.
The smile on the hot dork’s face dissolved. But his eyes
didn’t deviate from hers. He only lowered his hand. “I see. That’s all right.”
“Besides. Why would I want to shake hands with someone who
yells to me by my last name?”
Finally, his stare broke; he looked down, and away. He
brought his eyes back on her, obviously ready for round two. “I must apologize
for that. I was only hoping to get your attention, above everyone else.”
“Well, well. Quite the strategy. And, clearly worked.” She
gave a sly smile to him and glanced all over his frame, from his face down to
his knees, and back up again. “So. Let’s try again.” She held out her hand for
him to take.
But he didn’t do the same. “I thought you were a germ
Dana crossed her arms below her breasts again and sniffed in
disgust, sneering like before. “And you sure look like some sort of freak
Bewilderment and maybe even a slow boil flushed across his
face. “I’m not sure I understand what you’re going for here.”
She eyed again him from his feet on up to his head. “Didn’t
know they piled shit that high.” And she burst out laughing.
Savannah giggled her girlish giggle.
His face took on disgust, even sadness. Something about his
reaction felt off, but whatever. Dana slowly reigned in her laughter and gave
him a hard pat on the side of his meaty, muscled arm. “Kidding! Don’t go crying
on me now!”
From the force of her hard pat the hot dork lost his
balance. Ha, nervous too. He stumbled, to his right side, nearly falling
to the ground before breaking the fall with some quick foot work.
Several of the nearby roadies even laughed at him though
under their breath and not so obviously.
What a fool. And, mission accomplished. Once his eyes met
with hers again, she stared with a milder sneer. “See you around Evan.”
Quietly laughing, she entwined arms with Savannah and began walking away with
her, back to the bus. She turned around to see him. “Oh, and have a great first
She was expecting to see that crushing, destroyed expression
she was so adept at provoking. And she did see it, though less than expected.
She turned away from him and continued walking, her and
Savannah still laughing and snickering quietly.
Something was different about this guy. He wasn’t like the
other guys Carter hired.
But, why even care?