You can't change what happened yesterday, but that can't stop you from changing your plans today. |
By:
M. J. Cogburn and C. E. Krawiec
Inside
his quarters, Max got the light turned on and then closed the door.
He stood for a moment, blinking slowly as he surveyed the small
living room then turned the light off and by memory, made his way down the
hall to his bedroom. By the time that he made it to his room, he'd taken off his shirt. He reached out and tapped the light switch and blinked when the light came on. He stopped in the middle of his bedroom, unbuttoned his pants, and then got out of his shoes and then his pants. After he sat down on the bed, he pulled off his socks then sighed as he looked over at the clock. Making sure that his clock was set for 4:30, he stood and went to his bathroom. Stripping
off his underwear, he reached down and turned on the shower.
Stepping into the hot spray, he showered, then grabbed a towel and
began to dry off. As he looked
at himself in the slightly foggy mirror, he grinned at himself as he
finished drying off. Placing
his towel back on the rod he had gotten it from, he turned and grabbed his
toothbrush and brushed his teeth. Once feeling completely clean, he maneuvered back into his bedroom. Sauntering over to the wall, he flipped off the light then headed toward his bed. Once on his bed, he snuggled down into his pillow. Humming and rubbing his face on the smooth fabric of his pillow, he smiled as a certain redhead floated into his thoughts. "Tala..." he muttered softly, "I'll be... seeing you tomorrow."
PART
ONE The
alarm beside Maxwell Robinson's head rang a bit too loud to the
Englishman's ear. He quickly
reached over and found the snooze button and silenced its squawking,
irritating sound. As he rolled
slightly back onto his side his head throbbed and he moaned heavily.
"Damn," he murmured wondering why he had decided to pull
such a stunt on a day when he had to get up and work the next morning. Not
worrying about it for the next few minutes, Max nestled his head on his
pillow and quickly fell back asleep. When
the alarm once again made its presence known, Max frowned as he realized
he couldn’t hit the snooze button again.
He moaned once more as he reached over and turned off the alarm. Cursing
several times as he sat up, he placed his head in his hands which were
propped up by his knees and tried to let his stomach settle before he had
to get up to shower and shave then go to work. 'Work
with a hangover, great!' he thought to himself as he massaged his
temples gingerly. 'I
just hope I don't throw up. That
at least would be a plus in this situation.' A
few more moments passed before Max managed himself to his bathroom and
into a shower. He showered,
shaved and brushed his teeth then started toward the door as his mind went
to one thing that had caused him such grief - Tala. Even
as he shut and locked the door behind him, Maxwell Robinson wondered if he
had been suckered in. There
had been times in his life when he'd felt that way and he was never wrong.
His gut was always true to itself and yet, he couldn't help but
wonder how that redhead had done it to him.
Even as the young Englishman tried to analyze the situation, he
felt a presence beside him at the elevator and turned slightly to see who
it was. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Elsewhere
on the bachelor men's level, another of Lothos' many subjects was awaking
after a quiet night's sleep. It
didn't happen often, but Andy Stockwell awakened a full fifteen minutes
before his alarm clock that was set to go off at five fifteen a.m.
Glancing over at the glowing red numbers on the digital clock, he
closed them again. However, he knew immediately that he wasn't going to
get those extra minutes. He was wide awake there was no sense kidding
himself. Getting
out of bed, Andy made short work of getting a quick shower and putting on
work clothes and boots. He
made a half-hearted attempt at making the bed, and even picked up the
clothes he'd shed the night before and tossed them in the laundry hamper. In
the kitchen, he went to make some coffee then, glancing at his watch,
changed his mind and headed for the front door.
"I've got a few extra minutes, so I'll stop and get some
breakfast at Joe's," he murmured under his breath as he locked his
door before heading to the elevator. As
he walked briskly along the hall, Andy couldn't help feeling like he had
really made good points with Tala the evening before.
A niggling in the back of his mind tried to slip in a small wedge
of guilt where the pretty redhead was concerned... Max is dating her...
but he brushed it away. "No,"
he murmured to himself firmly. "He
wants to date her, but the lady hasn't decided one way or the other."
So engrossed was he with his inner conversation with his
conscience, Andy didn't realize who it was standing beside the elevator as
he approached it. Sparing a
glance at the guy, a bit of 'uh oh' slid through his thoughts, but he
didn't let it set the tone. No
need to invite trouble where none had presented itself. "Morning,
Max," he greeted his fellow gardener with a bit of a smile.
Checking the time on his watch again, he commented, "Looks
like we're both early birds this morning."
As the elevator arrived and the door opened, Andy allowed the other
man to enter the car ahead of him. Following
him into the elevator, he pushed the button for Level 2.
"I'm going to get some breakfast at Java Joe's before work.
Join me?" he asked as the elevator car began to ascend. Maxwell
Robinson slid a look over toward the other gardener and swallowed
carefully thankful that his stomach didn't roll over and empty itself at
the mere mention of food. "Coffee
sounds good, but I'm not so sure about the food.
I, uhm, well, tied one on last night and to be frank with ya, I'm
not feeling so good." Andy
frowned and looked at his friend for a moment thoughtfully.
"Company for coffee is better than sitting alone.
Think your stomach can handle the sight of my plate?" "I
hope it can, but if it doesn't, I'll do my best to aim the other way.
How's that?" Max asked with a slight grin. Returning
the grin, Andy said, "Deal. But
if you spoil my breakfast in any way, pal, you're paying for it." Max's
grin widened as the car came to a smooth halt and the doors slid open.
Exiting the car, he started automatically for the direction in
which Java Joe's Cafe, one of the most popular coffee shops in the
complex, lay. Looking around
when Andy caught up to walk beside him, Max quipped, "That caveat of
yours, however, does not include the effects of dirty looks."
Both chuckled at that, blending with the quick moving flow of other
early morning workers in search of a caffeine fix before heading to their
respective jobs. Once
inside the almost crammed full cafe, the guys threaded their way toward
the only empty booth to be seen, at the far end of the little
establishment. Five more
minutes passed before a waitress with a nameplate with the name
"Becky" imprinted on it appeared beside their table. "What'll
be gents?" she asked matter-of-factly, her smile a bit harried. Considering
the crowd and the limited time he and Max had, Andy didn't waste time with
small talk. "Two
coffees," he ordered. "Do you have any danish this
morning?" Becky,
busy scribbling on her order pad, replied without looking up. "Same
as usual - apple cinnamon and blueberry."
She just nodded when Andy said, "I'll have a blueberry
danish." When Max didn't
say anything, she looked at him. "How about you, sweetie?
You want a danish or maybe a nice hot sticky bun?" Max's
stomach twitched warningly at the mention of the pastries. "Just
coffee for me," he said. "Okay,"
the waitress responded. "I'll be back in a minute," then
disappeared in the direction of the counter lined with customers on one
side and the other two waitresses working busily behind it. Leaning
back slightly in his chair, Maxwell regarded his friend carefully.
They normally talked about everything under the sun, but now that
they were both after the same red-head, Max wasn't sure exactly how he
could broach any topic without it going back to that certain lovely
specimen they had eaten with last night. "Are
you ready for work this morning, honestly?
I mean, we have no idea what's going on.
With the weather how it's been, we probably won't be going outside
too much. I heard that the
weather was to drop below freezing today." Andy
smiled. "Yeah, I heard
that too. I'm not too worried about what they want us to take care of
today. Today, I feel like I
can do just about anything that they throw at me." "Really.
Why's that?" Max asked conversationally as the waitress came
back with their coffee and set it before them.
He took a sip of the black liquid thankfully then looked over at
his friend with a quizzical expression on his face. After
adding a couple of packets of sugar and cream to his coffee, Andy took
blew gently on the hot brew then took a careful sip.
"Umm," he sighed. Setting
the cup down, he shifted his focus to the blueberry danish that had been
set before him, picked up his fork and cut bite.
Impishly, he pretended to offer the bit of pastry to his friend.
"Sure you don't want a bite, Max?
It's warm and really good."
Chuckling when Max's nose wrinkled a bit and he flapped one hand at
him, saying, "I'll pass, thanks. Unless you want extra
'topping' on that danish." Max
watched his friend enjoy the bite of his danish then, as he was taking
another swallow of his coffee, paused at Andy's comment. Responding to it,
he watched Andy over the rim of his cup as he drank some more of his
coffee. Popping
another bite of the blueberry danish in his mouth, Andy chewed quickly
then swallowed before answering. "After
a great night last night... with Tala and you... and Quint, and a good
night's sleep..." He paused to take an expansive deep breath and blow
it out then grinned at Max. "I just feel like I've got the world by
the tail this morning. So,
whatever the boss has in mind for us this morning...bring it on. I'm rarin'
to go." Max
couldn't help but grin at his friend's explanation.
Licking his lips, he raised the coffee cup to his mouth and drank a
bit more of the warm brew before he looked over at Andy.
With a sly grin, he asked, "I must be a good conversationalist
if you are in that good of a mood, huh? Or..." Max couldn't help his
smile growing as he thought of the woman that they were with last night.
"Or is it Tala?" For
a moment, the two men were quiet before their eyes met and almost
simultaneously, they both responded to the question that was asked.
"Tala." The
laughter that spilled out between the two of them made others in Java
Joe's turn toward them and they immediately calmed it down and chuckled
softer before Max looked back over at Andy and held his coffee up in a
small toast as he reached over and slapped his hand on Andy's arm.
He realized in that moment that whatever happened, whoever she
ended up with, that they weren't going to let their friendship go down the
drain over a woman. "Whatever
happens, man... we have a long road ahead of us." Andy
nodded then took another swallow of coffee before holding his cup toward
Max again. "And may the
best man win," he quipped, the grin on his lips now twinkling his
eyes. Max
grinned broadly as he lightly touched his cup to Andy's proffered cup.
"I always do," he said then finished the last of his coffee. Andy
snorted the grin still in place. "Thanks, you're right. I do
always win." While Max
was spouting something, Andy's glance fell on his watch and he got up out
of the booth. "We better
get a move on. We do not want
to be late." The comment
was more than enough to erase most of the levity from Maxwell Robinson's
thoughts. Getting
up quickly, he paused just long enough to look around for the waitress.
Catching her eye, he called, "Check."
When Becky reached the table, Max took the check she handed him,
glanced at it as he reached into one of his pants' pockets.
Pulling out a couple of bills, he handed them to her.
"Keep the change," he told her. "Thanks,"
the waitress smiled at him then turned to tidy the table for the next
customer. "I
echo that," Andy said as he hustled along behind Max as they escaped
the coffee shop. "My
treat next time." Hurrying
through the bustling crowd toward the elevators, Max brushed the offer off
with a wave of his hand. "Forget." "No,
I mean it," Andy reiterated as they crowded into an elevator.
"Next time, I buy you breakfast." Max
started to brush it off again then an impish thought crossed his mind.
The elevator car stopped and the doors opened and the crowd of top
level workers pushed out. The
young Englishman's grin widened as he glanced over at his friend hurrying
beside him. "Tell you
what, Andy," he said wickedly as they reached the entrance to the
Gardening Department and pushed the door open.
"If you really want to pay me back..." Going
with the moment, Andy said promptly, "You name it." Grabbing
his time card and clocking in, Max returned it to its slot as he watched
the other man mimic his action. "If you wanna pay me back, make me a
promise." "To
what?" Andy said, now playfully suspicious. "To
be my best man when I marry that pretty redhead." Andy
laughed at his friend, gave him a playful push, then said, "Yeah,
yeah, sure, Max. Whatever you
say." For a moment, the two of them rough-housed each other through the next door then found a quick seat as they met the gaze of their supervisor. Chuckling, the two men sat and elbowed each other for a moment before they settled down and began to hear what they were going to be assigned for the day.
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