Dorian's Strife...

Dorian hated taking time off work. Work was where he got rid of all of his pent up stress and heck the man had a lot of that. He was pretty much running on stress 90% of the time and his wife Janice wasn’t exactly around to help him get rid of it. So he worked, he was damned good at it as well. He was one of the best Repo’s in general and he had no plans of getting lax. Albeit he was one of the few Repo’s that would just keep going and get very little sleep. It wasn’t as if he had a loving wife at home… more the harpy that took all of his money and loved to throw frying pans at his head. He only thing he did which was clockwork – was the fact he always came home around 10 minutes after his son’s bed time. Janice never noticed which was just the way he liked it. It was another thing that was going to be difficult on this… vacation.

Dorian was pretty sure vacations were supposed to be a good thing… but now he was thinking the vacations where only a good thing to people who didn’t like their jobs. Dorian loved his job, heck he had the best job on the planet. He worked with his brother and even now and then he worked with Jessie. He could trust the two of them with his life and in this day and age that was something spectacular. Dorian had been about to call in a favour with Zach, get him to throw an emergency his way or something. Anything to get him out of spending a whole damned month with the women. 

He didn’t even know why she was doing it, she wasn’t exactly one for spending time with him and he was with her. She was convinced Dorian was cheating on him when Dorian didn’t hit on anything. Much to his brothers dismay anyway. It wasn’t really… him. Heck he didn’t really feel anything towards anyone except for the people who he considered his family. Of which Janice was not a member.

The only thing that stopped him however was Carter. The second Carter had told Dorian that he wanted to go Dorian was packed. Well, that wasn’t strictly true. He was packed before the vacation idea was even mentioned too him seeing as Janice was concerned that he might not dress properly. There was likely a whole time of high necked shirts in there. Dammit. Dorian hated covering his tattoo and he hated wearing shirts that had collars in general anyway. They were itchy and way to tight. He couldn’t however go shirtless… that was unless he wanted his wife to catch an eye full of all of his tattoo’s…

Well heck, if his working month was getting royally screwed over and he wasn’t getting to screw the bitch then why not screw the wife over.

Dorian stayed quiet on the way there, generally he and Janice didn’t speak unless she was throwing stuff at him. Which happened quite a lot, Dorian had learnt to see it as some kind of advanced training. He was certainly harder to knock out than he had been nine years ago, hell two hits with the frying pan back in those days and it was a K.O. totally. Now hell she usually got to 4 or 5 before Dorian got pissed off and slam the bloody frying pan into the dry wall. The only thing that pissed him off was that she never used the sodding thing anyway and only he did for making pancakes for his son.

Although he’d clocked that pretty fast in the dynamic that was his marriage. He had like a thousand frying pans hidden in the garage. Janice always looked so smug when he slammed the pan into the wall but feck it – she never beat his smug look when he walked in later with a new pan.

When he had got married his brother had had amazing words of wisdom. Well – they were more words of mocking his brother whilst they were waiting for Janice to get and the marriage crap to happen – he’d said that now he was married that was the end of sex… he would never get to screw around anymore.

He had been right and then wrong at the same time. True, he hadn’t got laid in a while but his marriage was entirely about screwing. Heck he and his wife barely went 5 minutes without screwing each other over in one way of the other. Although, this vacation… this ONE month vacation… was certainly the biggest screw over she had come up with since she had swapped all the rooms around when he had been working just to screw with his head. Although he had decided that it was time the wife found out about his art. She was certainly not going to be impressed considering that one of them was two rings joined and pretty much everyone knew that he and Janice where not ring mates.

That alone made him smile in the car.

And that there was enough to piss off Janice.

The rest of the journey… was well. He’d like to say uneventful but when he swerved to not hit a fox Janice had screamed that he was trying to kill her. Complete over reaction – so what they were driving on a mountain edge. Dorian was a very good driving. Carter had loved it.

The hotel was horrible. It was all full of blonde hair bimbo’s with as many fake bits on the outside as they undoubtedly had on the inside. Damned if he had his scanner he was sure he would make a damned killing in a place like this. Looking at the girls and the fact they were stick thing and looked around 90% plastic that was likely going to be literal. 

A few people looked at him and Dorian slipped his sunglasses on before carrying every dammed bag the Janice had packed. Why the woman needed that much clothes he never understood it. She always wore the same damned thing anyway so why she needed the same piece of clothing 40 times? Was beyond him. Before meeting Jessie he would have said it was a woman thing, however Jessie wasn’t like that and didn’t have 400 million outfits. Although seeing her in little clothing was virtually the same thing as seeing a sister in virtually nothing she actually pulled it off without looking like a whore.

That comment was not wise to say to Janice when drunk… one of the many times that Dorian should not have listened to his brother.

She pushed the fridge on him.

Dorian was not impressed, he’d hat to go through the whole rigmarole of buying another fridge as seeing as he was drunk he had just chucked the fridge of his chest and knocked it into a wall.

Stupid bloody wall. The amount he paid for in home repairs he’d practically bought the house twice.

Dorian had not said anything, he had dumped all of these things in the adjoining rooms… He had not been impressed to find that there was 2 rooms. 1 for her and 1 for Carter. Oh fantastic. Dorian didn’t even blinked and made himself a bed up on the floor in Carters room. He managed to go 4 days sleeping on the floor. By the end of those 4 hellish days Dorian had a chronic case of back ache as his wife seemed to have found a hospital with the most evil floor on the planet. He had slept on pavements more comfortably.

Seriously – who calls up a hotel and goes… “Hi, How’s the view over the pool… ahuh… ahuh… How comfortable are your floor? Oh Comfortable? Na you’re out… Hang on… Can you recommend somewhere with reaaaally uncomfortable floors?” Actually that was an easy answer. Janice.

He was wearing yet another horrendously uncomfortable shirt and they had decided to go to the pool. The look of Dorian’s face had been enough to cause the manager to flee from the room looking positively green when Dorian had asked if they had any bread rolls left… He really wasn’t in a good mood.

Janice had stropped of, dragging Carter who was cracking up laughing at all the people who were trying to not look at his dad. The loving wife had not packing him any swimming clothes. Or any vaguely summer like clothes so Dorian had been cooking for 4 damned days. If Dan was here he bet that even his brother would be impressed with the level of patient he was exerting. Dorian walked out towards Janice and Carter and dropped the towel down on the sunbed. He shot his wife a smile and she was instantly on edge and knew he was planning something. Heck who said married couldn’t communicate without words.

He undid his shirt and turned his back on the wife before chucking in on to the sun bed and shrugging out of the horrible jeans. He was down to his boxers and knew his wife was glaring holes in his back. The wings on his back covered the lot and the ends of this wings where still covered by his boxers. He flexed his muscles and stretched his arms above his head before walking to the edge of the pool. “What. You didn’t back me swim wear.” Dorian grinned and dove into the pool. By the time he had surface a lot of people sitting around the pool had vanished, Carter was clapping as if he had just seen the best thing ever. Janice was not impressed.

Things had gone downhill from there. Well if they could anyway, they had pretty much started the holiday underneath the hill to start off with.

Dorian and Janice argued virtually every day. Well Janice yelled and Dorian just sat sunbathing for the best part. Until she smashed his sunglasses. The manager would have kicked them out except that even when Dorian was in a good mood he didn’t exactly look like the happiest person and seeing that he was sleeping on concrete he was unimpressed with about everything. By the time they left – they were the only people there and the manager looked as if he was about to have a heart attack. And Dorian was at least 90% sure that the man did when after they had left he had turned and gave the man a big grin and a wave.

The journey back was just as eventful. Janice screeched the whole time that Dorian was speeding. Okay so he was going around 100 mph over the speed limit and flying around hair pin corners like no one’s business. Dorian was a damned good driver; he was perfect at driving, drive under the speed limit? Now THAT was hard! Dorian however was ignoring her. Around 40 minutes in to the drive he had gotten rid of his shirt. Janice was actually too mad to even yell at him. It was a blessing and the trip went fast.

The second they hit the house Dorian unloaded hugged Carter and shot back into the car and he was gone in a flash. Sending a few messages to let people know he was back, he had around 8 texts back in the space of a minute all saying the same thing. 90°. He swung into his drive of his own house and got changed. Nearly sighing in relief that he had a comfortable torn shirt and trousers on that didn’t itch or cover his tattoo. They were celebrating and Dan was chatting about girls, he let him – heck he had damned missed it. Following Dan’s life was his version of a soap except that Dan’s version was more unrealistic and had more sex. Dorian didn’t think it was possible but hell his brother proved him wrong time and time again.