(This series is a collaboration with my good friend Sanchez. His ideas, I ran with it. We will see how it evolves. He has a sound concept, and characters, I'm primarily piecing it all together and seeing how it plays out. We hope you enjoy our efforts.)
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MIDNIGHT Episode 011: sKIN
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"I've been trying to call you Young Man!"
Lynette Brewster scolded her son Ronnie as he took up an empty booth in her section of the diner Coastal Waiters. Rolling his eyes at being cornered over it, Ronnie wanted to start the blame game by pointing at Nick Sanchez across the diner but thought better of it. Any other time he would be arrogant and demanding a replacement phone, but the images of a huge alligator mere feet from both he and Sanchez beneath the bridge at Harbinger Shoals haunted him. He wasn't sure which he feared more the reptile or the Man in Black.
"I... dropped it in the water." He caved taking the blame. Before he could begin apologizing his mother's fellow waitress the beautiful but awkward Midnight Amador stepped in to hand Lynette a piece of paper.
"Mister Sanchez asked me to give you this." In a shy smile joined with the most remarkable, unblinking eyes, Midnight was off to do her real job. Lynette paused her scowl toward Ronald to open the small, folded piece of paper torn from his diary and read it. His handwriting was actually pretty easy to read. Surprised by the fact he seemed so rugged it was a breath of fresh air. It read, "Don't blame your boy. I bumped into him, and he lost his phone. Buy him another on me." With it was a check for $500 dollars. Eying the check she simply pocketed it and said, "I'll get you a burger and fries."
With his mom stepping away Ronnie bulged his eyes and looked at his fellow groundskeeper by decree, the nerdy Evan Wolcott. Evan normally wouldn't associate with Ronnie because he used to pick on him but after the video share of Midnight's diner nudity and feel up, the two were getting along. Amazing what a porno would do in uniting friendships. The fact Evan was getting to see the real waitress in person made him brighten up. Drool as well!
"She's hot!" Evan pointed out leaning forward with his hands in his lap, a teetering back in forth almost nerve racking.
"Quit looking at my mom I'll punch you." As if but Ronnie thought it was funny. His mother was nothing to brag about.
"Not your mom...the waitress in your video. I wish I could get her naked."
"You wouldn't know what to do with that. It takes a real man to get that bitch on her knees."
"Can you get her to flash me?"
"I'll think about it. Don't play that video around Sanchez, he might delete it from your phone."
"Right! I'll save it until I get home. Good thing your friend Derek has a copy."
"It pays to have a backup plan." Saying this gave him an idea. For now, he would plot his next move...and Midnight's. Devious bastard!
Across the diner seated at his usual booth, Nick Sanchez sat with Sheriff Dolan Roster waiting on their order. Dolan thought it was good to get to know any new people in his neck of the woods, to keep abreast of what they were like. Especially this particular one whom he was quietly auditioning to be his newest Deputy. Keep dreaming Sheriff!
"Guy like you would make a good law enforcer. Military background and all." Dolan fiddled with his hat then sat it on the bench next to him.
"Like I said I'll consider the offer, but let me get settled in my new home, it needs a lot of work. I just blew into town Sheriff. All I'm concerned with right now is remodeling." A sneaky glance toward Midnight Amador he found his model.
"Dolan. Let's get past the job title. I like you Sanchez you got grit. Chasing a gator away from Lynnie's Rugrat was pretty ballsy." Referring to Lynette and Ronnie. "Me? I'd have rather let that gator take his ass. You didn't hear that though."
"No one deserves to lose their life Dolan, not even a leg. Cellphone maybe!" He smirked, "When you've been in battle like I have you see a lot of missing limbs and lost souls. It's nothing to wish on anyone." Lives were still lost unfortunately, pending on who they were of course. Bad people ofttimes deserved it.
"That why you got out of the military?"
"Part of it. Tired of rat-infested jungles and desert climates. That and some pretty nasty people shooting at you." He pauses, "Shooting back was just as bad."
"I don't need specifics Sanchez; I'm putting a mental picture enough to your adventures. Why you choose Caretaker to settle down in?"
"Friend of mine told me he settled here years ago. Nice people, quiet and good fishing."
"Who's your friend?"
"Marcus Jericho. His beach house is a mile up the way. He let me borrow it until I found a home that suited me."
"I don't believe I've met the man."
"He's rarely here. Career man pretty much, just vacations here nowadays."
"Must be nice. I have an old cabin I hightail it to every month for a weekend. Lake fishing rather than dealing with big water troubles. More relaxing."
"So, your dad does the deep-water fishing then."
"That he does. He used to be a tuna boat owner in his younger days. Went on to be the Sheriff of Caretaker in his 40's but retired when my Momma passed to help me raise Alexis. I took up his slack because I was his deputy. People around here respected us enough to bump me up in rank. Neither of us are doing a very good job, with Alexis that is. As a Sheriff I know I'm the shit's deodorant." He chuckled. "I appreciate you helping me in straightening her up. Her being hogtied in the back of my patrol car sweating it out might be a good start."
"Only way to break a horse is to keep getting back in the saddle until it doesn't have any fight left. Horse has to know who's boss."