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Moonlit Bay	By : knight Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Def Leppard Views: 1873 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Moonlit Bay(Pt3)
Sav turned away from the window and made his way back over to the sofa. Joe was flipping through the TV channels, looking for something to watch.
“Wait…go back…watch the weather.”
“It’s cold, wet and windy. Same as it was this morning. The wind is a bit stronger now. What more do you need to know?”
“If we are going to be hit by an 80 ft tidal wave.” Sav flatly said.
“We are too far in the bay for that.” Joe shot back, changing the channel to the weather.
“But we are on the water front….now shut up and listen.”
“….tracking the system as it moves along the eastern seaboard. Low temperatures for some area’s may drop down in the single digits, minus zero for the inland areas, even colder with the wind chill…
“I think we picked the wrong place for a break.” Joe mumbled.
“Do you want to leave?”
“I would rather be stuck in a warm, cozy cottage then out in this messy weather, stuck in traffic.”
“It’s a small town, Joe. Most of them probably went to warmer places. I don’t think there….”
“We should have gone to a warmer place.”
“Oh, stop complaining.” Sav exclaimed loudly.
“I’m not complaining. This weather is basically like it is in Dublin, just not with the wind,” Joe flipped the channel. “We should be fine here, right?”
“I think so,” Sav stood up and headed for the kitchen. “Not sure about being stuck here with you.”
“W…what was that?” Joe called after him.
“I’m going to check on dinner that’s in the oven.”
Turning the television off, Joe followed him. “You don’t have to cook every night we are here.” ”Unlike you, I do like a home cooked meal, when not on the road.”
“So do I…” Joe took down plates and grabbed forks from the drawer, placing them on the center island. “…when someone else does the cooking.”
After taking their dinner from the oven, Sav stepped over to the counter where Joe was already waiting. He grabbed both plates and sat them on the counter beside the stove. “You are cooking tomorrow.” Sav informed him.
Joe folded his arms in front of him, propped on the counter’s edge, closely watching Sav arrange the flatware neatly in both places. “If you want to stay alive the night, you will cook.”
“I’ll take my chances.” Sav smiled.
Dropping his chin in his hand, Joe arched his brow. “You are such a perfectionist.”
“What...I am not?” Sav huffed and moved the fork a fraction of an inch closer to the knife, then back again.
“If I had a ruler, I bet the knife and fork are placed perfectly on the napkin that is folded perfectly…with creases.”
Sav frowned as he looked down at the flatware and napkin. “Well, maybe a little…off…” he promptly moved the fork closer again.
Joe chuckled. “I rest…..” The lights dimmed, then flickered and went off. “…my case,” Joe finished. “uh oh.” “Maybe it’ll come back on in a minute.”
That minute dragged by, then another…5 more went by and still no lights.
“Then again…maybe not.”
“If it stays off for long, it will not be warm and cozy,” Sav said with a smirk on his face that Joe couldn’t see. “Where did you put those lanterns and oil?”
“I’ll get them.”
“I’ll get the matches.” Sav told him.
Joe carefully made his way through the dark cottage, bumping into the table in the front hall. He retrieved lanterns and oil and went back to the kitchen. He had his hands thrown up in front of him so not to smack into any doorways. He sat them on the bar in the dim light from the match Sav held up.
The room was soon lit with a soft glow from the lantern.
“I wonder how long the electricity will be off.” Joe wondered out loud.
“I don’t think they will send anyone out in this weather, so it could be awhile. We’ve been with out it before at home.”
Joe was nodding his head in agreement. “Well, I’m hungry and dinner smells good.”
“At least it finished cooking before the electricity went off.” Sav commented as he slid his hand in the oven mittens, picking up the covered dish, he sat it on the center island. Steam rolled out as he removed the glass lid and sat it beside the dish. He helped himself to baked seasoned chicken, potatoes, green beans and Brussels sprouts.
“Why did you toss it all in the same dish?” Joe asked, as he filled his own plate.
“Less cleaning for you...oh I forgot the rolls.” Sav spun around to pull those from the oven.
“mmm…different….all the tastes just blend together...a little.”
Sav shrugged his shoulder, “Not to bad.”
Joe glanced around the room as he chewed. “This is nice…a romantic candle lit dinner for two.”
Sav nearly spit his food out, covering his mouth to cough, he quickly chewed and swallowed.
“Did I say something wrong?”
“A romantic candle lit dinner for two,” Sav quoted. “Be romantic with your chicken, not me.”
“You’re no fun sometimes.”
“Go play outside that would be fun to watch.”
“For you maybe,” Joe said around his bite. “…I would turn into a human Popsicle.” ”With a mouth frozen shut, that can’t talk.” Sav quipped.
Joe stared at him a moment, then started giggling, seeing the mental picture forming in his head. Sav just sat there staring back at him, calmly eating his dinner.
Joe calmed down and pushed his food around on his plate. “That would be a funny site, but I couldn’t pester you with my talking.”
“That was the whole point of saying it.”
“That may happen if the electricity doesn’t come back on. It will get cold in here.” ”There is a fire place, with plenty of dry wood.”
Joe placed another spoonful of potatoes on his plate and grabbed another roll. “We might have to crash in the living room for tonight to stay warm.”
“You can have the floor, its better for your back.”
“Gee thanks.”
“Your welcome.” Sav smiled, standing up, he placed his plate in the sink and sat back down to sip his wine. “So, what are we going to do?”
Joe raised his brows. “You’re asking me?”
“Yes Joe, I’m asking you.”
“Hum…I don’t know really. Watch the blowing rain from the French doors looking over the bay. Sleep.”
“Naa,” Sav folded his arms over his chest. “I’m not sleepy.”
“I did bring cards, we can play poker.” ”You never do forget to pack cards. What do we use to bet with?”
“The M&M’s you bought me, each color can represent 5, 10, 15…”
“I’ll bring the booze and you bring the cards and M&M’s.” Sav chuckled.
“Sounds like fun, but let me finish eating.”
“I’ll go start the fire then and don’t forget to….”
“…to put my plate in the sink…I know…I know….” Joe said waving his fork in the air as he watched Sav walk from the light and out of the room.
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