Marcy was quietly furious and doing her best not to show it. Somehow, she just felt it wrong to tell her husband that he was being a complete asshole on the first day of the honeymoon. When they'd pulled into the camp they'd booked into for a week she'd just known there was going to be a problem as soon as she saw that sign advertising the fishing contest. She'd hoped that Brian would defer entering the contest for at least one day but no, fishing he was going.
To be fair, he had suggested she come along on the boat. Sitting in a boat in the middle of a lake while her husband drank beer and drowned worms was not how she wanted to spend the day. She'd pass on the fishing and spend the day exploring the camp.
"Don't fret over it, Marcy," Brian told her. "I'll be home nice and early and we can go to bed early. You'll find the second night goes a lot better than the first."
It would have to, thought Marcy. It couldn't be much more of a debacle. He'd been too eager, too careless, and too fast. She'd barely got past the pain and he'd been finishing. If he didn't show some proper care and consideration the next time she'd slap him silly.
Marcy spent the day familiarising herself with the camp. She also kept an eye out on the various boats that came and went, waiting for Brian to return. It was late afternoon when he finally returned. She could see from the way that he bounded out of the boat that he'd had a good day. He was smiling and seemed very confident. She headed towards the judges table where the catches were being checked and weighed.
Brian had been lucky. Not in the number or size of the fish that he caught but with one particular fish. He'd caught a tagged trout, worth prize money of one thousand dollars to the lucky fisherman.
Brian's good luck was her bad luck, Marcy decided. With a win like that he had to celebrate with a few drinks, now didn't he? He knew she'd understand. Why didn't she stay in the cabin and make herself look beautiful for him and he'd be along real soon.
"Don't you worry, little lady," said one of the men who'd been fishing with him. "We'll look after him."
Marcy slowly shook her head and walked back to their cabin, silently stewing as she went. Only here one day and he'd already picked up a couple of mates to drink with. Perhaps she'd be lucky and they'd chase him home after a couple.
Eating dinner by herself Marcy knew she hadn't been lucky. She sighed and turned on the television. Damn it, she'd even worn sexy, easy to remove, clothes. He was supposed to have a couple of drinks and then come in roaring like a lion, ready to do his husbandly duty. As it was he'd probably come in like a sheep, looking nervously around for a wolf.
Eventually there was a rap on the door and it opened. Brian was helped in by his two fishing buddies. To her annoyance his two pals seemed to be quite sober while Brian was totally sloshed. She was surprised that he was still conscious and walking.
The men banged the door closed, steered Brian over to an armchair and helped him sit, which he managed to do, sitting up with a smug smile on his face.
"I'm Dean," said the man who had promised to look after him. "This's Cary. As you can see, one husband safely delivered, as promised. We stayed sober just so we could be sure of getting him home for you."
"Ah, thank you," said Marcy, trying to be gracious, but feeling she'd feel a lot more grateful if they'd delivered him home sober.
"You're welcome," said Cary, smiling at her. "Course, I don't know if he'll be much use to you tonight."
Marcy tried to kill him with a look and felt irritated when he was unscathed. Dean promptly took his turn to further annoy her.
"Yeah, it's a pity," he said. "Look at you, all ready and waiting, and he's too sloshed to unwrap his gift."
"Thank you and good night, gentlemen," said Marcy coldly, indicating the door.
The men ignored her.
"You know, Dean, Brian baby is still awake, even if he is partly paralytic. Why don't we show him what he's missing?"
"You know, Cary, your ideas are normally range from dumb to stupid and that is one of the dumbest and stupidest ones yet."
