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Winnie absolutely loved the beach, especially when it got dark at night. Tonight though, she was more worried about Angel. She had called him one too many times and he hadn’t answered on any of those occasions. He stressed her out to no end, she was always worrying about where he was or what he was doing. For once she decided to just chill, take a breather, go on a walk and clear her head. That was until she heard strange voices further down the shore.

She hooked her shoes on her fingers so she could kick walk with more ease and switched on the flashlight hanging by her wrist. She was quite paranoid at times and rather not be without some vision at night, so the flashlight had come in hand today. She was a few feet away on the shore and shone the light back and forth, squinting due to her nearsightedness and lack of glasses. Winnie opened her mouth to yell something before she realized just what those people were doing and she would have let it be except that one of them looked oddly familiar.

Her steps neared shamelessly and she tried to get a better look. When Angel’s face flashed into view she shrieked in horror and almost dropped her flashlight. “Angel what the fuck are you doing?! And who in the hell is that?!” Winnie was now yelling to them, her still barely in the water and them waist deep in.


ANGEL ALESSI ROCKY VANCE

Angel's hands clenched, he jumped, and he blinked like a deer in headlights when the flashlight shone onto his face. His first thought was fuck, cops; but the familiar voice made it clear that the police were the worst of his worries.

If there was anything to ruin the mood, it would be Winnie. He wanted to drown her and drown himself in equal parts, and while he toed that line, Rocky was already shouting back.

He felt like a teenage boy caught in the act. He was a teenage boy caught in the act, but that was besides the point. He was a prostitute - this wasn't the worst thing he'd ever done.

It was too late to ignore her now. His hands slipped off Rocky - sex truly lost its appeal with Winnie around.

"The fuck does it look like?" He shouted back, motioning wildly. "I'm. Fucking. In. The. Ocean." Each word was puncuated with a wave and a little splash.

Piece of sh-- "Piece of shit!? I know you didn't just call me a piece of shit," he growled and started off towards the shore. Manners be damned; the girl crossed the line. He didn't care if he was naked or not. In fact, by that point he had already forgotten. He didn't even notice how cold the air was to his wet skin as he emerged from the salty waters.

He looked down at her as he approached, ignoring any light shone in his face, his teeth gritted and grinding against each other as his short temper began to light up. "Who the hell do you think you are Miss Winnie B. Woods? What we do or I do is none of your goddamn business. You ain't his caretaker," Rocky glowered at her, his hair slick back and showing off his entire face, full of fury. "He asked for my company. So if he says I can touch him, then there ain't a damn thing you can do about it, Miss."

Oh boy. Two hot heads going at each other. There couldn't be anything good about that at all. Rocky eyed the woman up and down with a challenging look, his muscles tense as he stood on edge.

The nerve of this man! As soon as he rose from the waves, she realized he was not clothed. And neither was Angel. She should have expected as much, but she still gasped and glared. "Where the hell are your clothes?! Were you planning on just walking home naked?"

Winnie promptly backed up and stuck her hands out. "Please get your naked body away from me." Just who the hell was he? "Oh? I'm not his caretaker? And just how do you know that? You have no idea who I am, so don't start assuming jack shit." She cocked her head to the side and spoke with a venomous hiss. Winnie was two seconds away from cracking some skulls before Angel spoke up, clearly angry.

"Excuse you! Sorry if I was worried that someone wouldn't pick up their damn phone." A hand was promptly put on her hip as she turned to face him. "Sorry if I just wanted to fucking take a walk and guess who fucking ended up being here as well?"





ANGEL ALESSI ROCKY VANCE

He wasn't really listening, but Angel's eyes darted between Rocky and Winnie as they shouted back and forth, teeth gritted partially out of anger and partially to keep them from chattering. Eventually he got tired of listening to them, and he squinted into the dark sand, trying to catch a glimpse of anything that might be his clothing.

He only rolled his eyes - did she really expect him to pick up his phone at this time of night? This was the time of night he was being peeled off the floor of a night club bathroom. Either that or fucking around in some or other sense of the word.

"You guuuuuuuuuuys," he interrupted shrilly, wading past them towards the shore.

"More importantly, where are my fucking pants?" Actually, his underwear would be nice too, but he wasn't really in any position to be picky. With a scowl, he peeled his hair from his back, wrung it out and glared at Winnie over his shoulder. Couldn't she do something useful with that fucking flashlight instead of shining it in their faces? Then nobody could see and nobody knew where his fucking clothes were.

"Legal is legal, sweethaert," Rocky purred as he pushed past her to gather his clothes, putting on his pants and not worrying about anything else at that particular moment. He figured it was in his best interest to try and help them find Angel's clothes.

All he could manage to do was grumble and complain the whole time he searched for the clothing, huffing and rubbing his hands across the sand in hopes they felt across material.

"You know, you could just wear my shirt and wrap up in a towel," Rocky finally mentioned to the blonde, though there was a hint of irritation in his voice from the Woman Who Must Not Be Named being the biggest cockblock he'd ever seen in his entire life. He swore she must have been a demon in woman form.

Her flashlight of doom was her pitchfork.