[h2[h2] [centre] [color=f6989d]Marinalia (Romus) Olympus[/color] [/centre] [/h2] [h3] [centre] & [/centre] [/h3] [h2] [centre] [color=6ecff6]Victoria [i]Darya[/i] Romus[/color][/centre] [/h2] [color=c4df9b][h3] [centre] The Sports bar & Old Harbour, Old Harbour . Wensday Afternoon (Victoria) Afternoon (Marilania) [/centre] [/h3] [/color] [hr] Marilania sat eating and talking a while before her buzzed away a few times in her bag, singing away quietly with [url]https://youtu.be/Bg59q4puhmg [/url] muffled away on her hand bag signifying it was probbly someone more important than some spam text message. Pulling her bag over and checking her phone seeing a text from Victoria that meant she had a rather eventful evening. Seeing a earlier text that said she was off, she soon linked the two and relised a rough idea. [i][color=f6989d]Sorry, I gotta go. Family issues.. Sister stuff. Your tab is a flying away tonight! [/color][/i] Laughing slightly and putting down a wad of cash for the meal, drinks, and tip roughly inside the percentage your meant to give in America. Internally finding the idea silly, but it had to be done. Why could not the bill be the bill and not all this percentage, maths, tips and sales taxes. Pulling her bag over and throwing it onto her shoulder, before euickly texting back. [i][color=f6989d]omw v, bb soon m x[/color][/i] Turning back to Joel and giving him a cheeky kiss on the cheek with a wink to Tommy knowing he would never let that go. Still laughing slightly from the jokes earlier, and stepping away from the bar and seeing the mist and out from the colder early evening. [i][color=f6989d]Gotta go, see you two at race day if I Don,t before. I got propper race day passed and all. Have fun boys... Joel, ya paying for drinks now! [/color][/i] Leaving with a wink and a smile she headed out into the night pulling her jacket tight and zipping up the fur lined flight jacket. Looking out in the car park she saw the wipers sticking up annoyingly. It had to be Joel.. Hers was the only one like it. Knowing lip stick on glass was a pain to clean, not damaging just annoying, she remembered she had a old one in her bag that was Ment to be chucked out. Writing on the driver side window a silly little message in a darker red, with a neat looping cursive hand. [i][color=ed1c24] Nice try hon, Marlin X. [/color][/i] Tossing the lip stick into a trash can and flipping down her wipers before heading out back home, heaters on high and rolling slowly put the tight car park behind the sports bar. Pulling up at Old Harbour later on in thr evening and driving down past the boats before pulling into the car park below the building, swiping her key card at the barrier before locking and heading up to there apartment. Walking in and seeing g Victoria sat with a large glass of wine, a half empty bottle and a bunch of mostly finished fast food. The film on was a classic though. [i][color=f6989d]Hey, Victoria, what happened.. I was with Joel, Tommy at thr sports bar, sorry I had to do a drop off some package. That and marks daughter asking... What's wrong Vika? [/color][/i] Both sitting down, and grabbing a bottle from the fridge before joining her she headed over and grabbed one of the blankets for warmth. Sighing, it seemed they sisters could not have a quiet life, the wine glass on side filling up with corks at a fair pace recently. [i][color=6ecff6]This one's gonna a be a long story, wait.. Joel. OK. First me then you sis... No quiet week eh, oh.. That's a difficult one Mali.. Especially for you [/color][/i] Slightly rejected and curled under a blanket for warmth on a colder night she and Marilania talked it out, Joel, Milo, I and delivery, and more. Marilania had been asked earlier by someone to help someone's daughter, overhearing her formerly nationals level swim achievements. Not knowing her scars and injury that had forced her to quit. She had managed to delay them but it was of she could face seeing the professional pools and kit she so had missed. She was not getting on with a coach and needed help, but did not know how much she had lost, nor Mark. Placing a hand over a large scar subconsciously at thought. A mugging gone wrong had ruined her career, and any chance at going beyond the national level. A large slightly raised scar ever present as a constant reminder of her lost chance. Light shined put the tall windows of the Romus apartment overlooking the boats and river at Old Harbour, the thick brick walls kept some heat in but thr tall windows where not the best and always was abit cooler than the modern blocks. Outside the city and rescue boat had vanished Victoria noticed taking a sneaky look out to the water. Seemed the pair on thr boat had headed home, it was rather cold out there... Maybe keeping each other warm.. Who knew. [hr] [@RoccanIronclad][@Pilatus][@Mattchstick][@Almalthia] [hr]