Good Grief v2 [Seta]

[Olivia May Hayni]

The Hayni’s had been members of Seattle Sailing Club for over twenty five years. Being an elite family with lots of money meant automatic enrolment into prestigious clubs such as the yacht club. Olivia along with her twin, Rubie, had been forced to learn how to sail here during the summer between fourth and fifth grade; as well as being made to attend numerous events over the years, including the annual spring time regatta. When you’re seven, attending a dull regatta was nothing but a bore. But when you’re seventeen, you could make your own fun. Olivia’s friends were all from similar families who also attended the events so it was now just an excuse to buy an expensive dress and drink free Champaign and “socialise” with cute guys from socially approved families.

But today, there was an addition to the usual attendees. Liv had been a little unsettled at first running into him again; “him” being Seta of course. He had completely embarrassed her the last time they’d met at the theatre and gotten them kicked out. It had been mortifying and the blonde had done everything she could to forget about the experience. She’d been sure that she’d never had to set eyes on his smug face again. Except when she’d entered the tent and began socialising with her mom, there he was; looking almost presentable. It had honestly thrown her for a moment. Colton was off with some guys and Flick, and Rubie was home sick so there had been no real excuse to decline a drink with him when he’d offered.

Two glasses of Champaign later and Olivia had no idea what had come over her. Honestly right now, she really was throwing caution to the wind. Her father was going to be so pissed that she was taking out his boat without his permission – especially after consuming Champaign, but c’est la vie. There was something about Seta that had gotten her back up. Plus, Liv couldn’t be sure, but she thought she’d sensed a little bit of panic or maybe even fear coming from him right now. Although, it was clear that he was trying to play it cool. It seemed that whenever they had previously run into each other, he had the upper hand and had never let her forget it – she still had the slurpie stained jeans to prove it. But today, here at the gala, this was her stomping ground. It was her time to make him squirm.

When she’d suggested that they head towards the boats, she hadn’t had much of a plan really. Probably just show off a little, and then just get drunk and maybe make Colton a little jealous by chatting to another guy. But now they were here, and with life jackets on – granted the aluminous orange wasn’t the most flattering colour, but the blonde was working it - the plan was just writing itself. Before she had been able to stop herself, with a sneaky giggle, she had untied the rope that had been anchoring the yacht to the dock and had shoved it away towards the open water. Livy definitely wasn’t dressed appropriately for this and already the wind had begun to pick up, making a few curls fly all over the place. ”Come help me open the sail fully,” she called, heading towards the pully system that operated the main sail. ”Or are you chicken?” with that she cocked an eyebrow and began making chicken noises. Very mature.

ulla | Seta Anthony Hawkins

[Seta Anthony Hawkins]

carry on my wayward son There’ll be peace when you are done Olivia May Hayni

Why Seta’s father had felt the need to accept the invite to the regatta from his boss, Seta had no idea. He couldn’t have cared less about networking and the like if he’d tried. What he wouldn’t have given to be at home, working in the garage and smoking up a storm, maybe shooting back a little whisky while the rest of his family was out. But no. Instead he had been bribed into going to the Regatta, including dressing up like a trained monkey. Sure, there was the funds for a new motor he was getting out of it, but still.

At least he’d found a way to make some fun out of a bad situation.

He’d been perfectly fine messing with Liv on land, digging under her skin by making himself out to be the poster boy for good behaviour in front of everyone else. Even alone with her while drinking champagne he’d found some new and creative ways to bother the little princess. So far the night was turning up just a bit.

Well. Until they’d hit the docks. Seta did not do water. Hell, he didn’t even like virtual reality stuff, or 3D movies. He was ridiculously prone to motion sickness, though it thankfully didn’t translate to things like driving or riding in cars. But the slow, rolling motion of the boat on the water? That wasn’t going to bode well for him. Not at all. But he wasn’t about to back down from a challenge.

Yeah, it was a nice boat. If you liked that kind of thing. He’d expected to just look around and then hop back off. Yet when Liv untied the rope, his eyes widened. “What are you doing?” The question came out as more of a hiss than he intended. This was so very many kinds of not good. Already the slight rolling was making him question his decision of eating a million appetizers earlier, and washing them down with champagne. God.

“No way,” he yelled back, his hands clutching the side rails of the boat. “This was your stupid idea, you do it.” At least his voice sounded a lot more confident than he felt. “I’m not chicken, just letting you create your own funeral. But please, keep making chicken noises. That and the lifejacket are real turn ons.” If he could just keep focusing on that, instead of how his stomach was going to react, this would be okay.

Maybe.

OWL

[Olivia May Hayni]

Livy loved attending events. It gave her an excuse to drink expensive Champaign, hang with her friends and just have a good time. Sure the start of them was a little dull and tedious; all these pleasantries being exchanged, pretending to like chatting to older women who continuously complained about stuff as well as having her mom’s beady eyes glued to her, making sure she was behaving. But as the day moved on, and people relaxed, it became enjoyable. You automatically drifted into groups of people that you actually liked. Lucky for Liv, most of her best friends usually attended these things, including her twin. But today, only Colton and Flick were here. Everyone else was busy with something else, and Rubie was at home, sick. Ugh.

Somehow, in the short timeframe that Liv had known this guy, he had managed to find out how to push her buttons and get under her skin. She was frustrated that he was affecting her bad badly. There was just something about him that just wouldn’t let her ignore him. Usually, she didn’t associate with guys like him. And by guy like him she meant clearly a little unhinged and wild. And Olivia had a feeling that her kind of wild and his kind of wild were very different things. The whole display of angel boy today had shown her that he must be schizophrenic or something. It certainly wasn’t the person she had met at the movies.

Olivia was quite proud of the plan that she was forming in her head. Taking him out of his comfort zone and clearly make him uncomfortable. It felt like she was giving him a taste of his own medicine. Ha! Turning innocently, she gave him an angelic smile, and a flutter of her eye lashes. ”I’m showing you the family boat and how its sails… that is the whole point of a Regatta after all,” she replied. A giggle was threatening to bubble to the surface of her face, so once again she busied herself with slacking the sails, hiding her face as much as she could. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Seta’s hands wrapped around the rails that surrounded the boat.

”Well, if you don’t steer the boat while I tie this rope, we’re heading straight for the dock gate.” she shrugged knowing that the only damage that would really happen going at this speed and with them within swimming distance from land would be they dented her fathers’ boat… but he didn’t need to know that … just yet. ”Hey, Miss J, keep your fashion advice to yourself, and go steer the boat” she shouted over the sound of the waves hitting the boat. ”Don’t worry, I’ll come help you as soon as I’m done here. Unless you’re going to cry like a baby….?”

ooc; omg this so so bad im so sorry! <3

ulla | Seta Anthony Hawkins

[Seta Anthony Hawkins]

carry on my wayward son There’ll be peace when you are done Olivia May Hayni

Seta hated events with a passion. The only good part was trying to get drunk on champagne, and keeping an eye on his sister to make sure no one had their grubby mitts on her. The rest? He could happily live without it all. The monkey suits, the good behaviour, all of it. None of his friends attended these things, and for good reason. It was much more fun going and causing trouble and drinking harder stuff than the weak as hell champagne that was always served at these things. Maybe he should have remembered to tuck his flask into his jacket pocket.

He was far from schizophrenic. He just knew how to behave in certain situations. The deal at the movie theatre? A bit of posing for his friends, sure, but mostly that had been him. Here, he knew there were eyes on him, and if he didn’t bring the good behaviour his father would take back the promise of the cash for the motor. If that got under Livy’s skin, that was too damn bad.

Still holding onto the rails, Seta looked less than impressed. “The point of the Regatta seems to be flashing cash and talking money. No one’s even looking at the boats.” No one but Liv, and now… him. Ugh. If there was a way to jump off without dying, he’d seriously consider it. It would be better than being stuck on the boat with a psychopath.

He looked at the gate as she pointed out the obvious. That didn’t sound like such a great thing either. Gritting his teeth, he cautiously let go of the rail and made his way to the wheel. Whoever invented boating as a recreational activity needed to be shot. “No one’s crying here, baby.” He could do this. He totally had this. “Just quit talking and hurry up.” He bit down on his lip, his teeth clicking against the solid ring threaded through it, as his stomach rolled in another reminder that it had been a bad idea to attack the appetizer table like he had. “… How far are we going with this? Tahiti? Or let me guess, your family has some swanky private island.” Just keep talking, keep his mind off everything else.

OWL

[Olivia May Hayni]

Shopping was the one thing that Olivia did best. The fact that she had excessive e knowledge of fashion; up and coming designers and trends allowed her to excel. If shopping and fashion had been a school subject, she definitely would be an A student. So events like this gave her a chance exercise her skills. So many of her friends would approach her before a big event and beg her to help them find a perfect outfit and she was always more than happy to help. Honestly, that was probably her favourite part of the whole thing; choosing an outfit and getting ready; closely followed by the unlimited supply of delicious Champaign.

Okay, so maybe Seta was kind of right… these events were more about who came/who didn’t, who’s sleeping with who, who’s had plastic surgery and who’s remarried for the fourth time in six years etc. It was just given the title of “Regatta” to let the rich feel like they were superior to those who didn’t have access to yachts. ”We are…?” she said sarcastically, ”Plus, I think it’s about time we reclaimed the Regatta in the name of yachts!” She tried to mimic an authoritative voice, but cracked slightly into a laugh. ”Where has your sense of ‘whimsy’ gone, Ace?”

The wind started picking up now, sending her curls flying around her face and her dress flapping everywhere. In hindsight, probably not the brightest of ideas coming out onto the sea in a flimsy dress and no jacket, especially seen as the wind wasn’t exactly warm out here on the water. C’est la vie. Liv eyed Seta carefully as he moved across the deck towards the wheel. Okay, she was enjoying taking him out of his comfort zone and letting him feel what it was like to be on the back hand. But she really didn’t want to make him puke… because she knew her father would make her clean that up… and yuck. ”Crying, maybe not… but you look like you’re about to hurl. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Finishing up with the final set up check, she made her way to the back of the yacht to join Seta at the wheel. ”Full steam ahead, captain,” she announced with a small salute. Liv grinned at Seta and his stupid comment. Maybe he could be funny – some of the time. “No, no island yet. Think that’s the gift for my mom from my dad for their next anniversary though…” she said dryly with a roll of her eyes and shrug of her shoulder. Liv checked the speedometer and pressure gage for a moment, making sure they were all okay before turning back to Seta. ” Well, I was thinking just a lap around the bay. But if you want to go to Tahiti, then I’m sure I can get Google directions up on my cell…”

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[Seta Anthony Hawkins]

carry on my wayward son There’ll be peace when you are done Olivia May Hayni

If Seta never had to go shopping again in his life, he’d be happy. Watching his sister flutter from store to store, bags dangling from her arms, he’d rather be sleeping. Or working. Or virtually anything else on the planet. His version of shopping when he absolutely had to go, was quite literally five minutes of grabbing sizes and colors and checking out as fast as humanly possible. While he could be a sliver vain, he also didn’t really care what he put on. He knew what looked good, and half his stuff ended up destroyed anyway, so who cared? Tonight he was wearing his most expensive clothes, and some of the only ones lacking holes. It was making him physically itch for his holey jeans and ratty t-shirts.

God, Livvy could be annoying when she wanted to be. He didn’t even know why he was following her, apart from the fact that it was slightly more interesting than listening to everyone else drone on about the latest gossip. This probably meant some rule breaking as well, which he was content with. He was no stranger to breaking laws, but he suspected that Livvy wasn’t as friendly with that particular walk of life. “My ‘whimsy’ is back on dry land, waiting for something more fun than looking at expensive bathtubs.”

If Livvy had been one of his group of friends, he might have offered his jacket to her. But, she wasn’t, and this was her own stupid fault for liberating the boat in the first place. She could freeze for all he cared. Besides, he was more worried about upchucking appetizers all over the deck than watch her skirt flap around. Not that she was going to get to know that. Biting down harder on his lip, he shook his head. “I’m fine, Liv. Just hurry up.” The faster he could get closer to the get to the side of the boat, the better.

As she came back to his side, he rolled his eyes and cautiously let go of the wheel to let her take it. “No surprise there. Traditional anniversary present , isn’t it?” It wouldn’t shock him, the way some of the people at the regatta talked. “Tahiti’s too sunny. Better stick to the lap around the bay.” That, he could perhaps handle. Maybe. He’d try. “Isn’t Colton gonna be mad you took the ruffian sailing instead of him?” He couldn’t resist the dig at her little boyfriend, not after his less than inspiring reaction at the theatre.

OWL

[Olivia May Hayni]

Olivia had always been a little bit of a black sheep in the family. She always tended to do whatever she wanted, rather than what everyone else wanted her to do; namely her mother. Rubie was a little more by the books, the good twin if you will. If her mother had her way, both of her daughters would grow up to be stay at home moms - who didn’t technically bring up their daughters because in these days, there were nannies to do that. But that was so far from what Liv wanted. She wanted to be independent. She wanted her own business one day; one where she could put her love of clothes and shopping to good use. Until then though, she’d settle for annoying her mother occasionally. Breaking the law other than underage drinking however, was always off limits to her. She may want to push her moms’ buttons, but she didn’t want to be cut off from the family money or put into jail. With a roll of her eyes, Liv poked her tongue out at him. ”Baby,”

Being from money meant that she grew up around boats, and also it meant that the people she hung around with generally grew up around boats too, therefore, seasickness wasn’t something that she dealt with often. It was as if being born into money automatically gave you sea legs and stomach. Or you grew out of it after the millionth yacht vacation that your family made you take. ”You can clean it up if you do throw up,” Livy stated. She wasn’t completely convinced; especially with how keep he was for the trip to be over already. So Stubborn.

”Umm, why have you taken your hands off of the wheel? This yacht isn’t going to steer itself. I said I’d teach you to sail, so hands back on the wheel, sailor!” Liv did a small salute to him followed by a large innocent smile on her face. ”Oh, you know, the world is nothing but a playpen for the rich,” Her parents’ marriage wasn’t exactly fairytale stuff. They hardly spoke, her father worked all hours under the sun and her mom hosted as many social events as possible. So to make it look like they were the perfect couple, her father showered her mother in gifts and her mother acted like the doted perfect wifey. It infuriated Liv, she’d rather them just split and be happy than unhappy and together. ”Oh you betcha. Setting standards high for everyone else.”

”That’s a shame, kinda always wanted to go to Tahiti well… for the last five minutes anyway. You can’t just dangle that dream in front of me then take it away!” she said dramatically, with a sad pout on her lips. The blonde inwardly cringed at the mention of Colton. She’d actually forgotten about him. ”Nah, we’ve been sailing before. He’s seen all my tricks.” Of course she noted his dig at Colton, but she wasn’t biting to it. She wanted going to give him the recognition.

ooc; this is soooo bad. im so sorry :[ weh <

ulla | Seta Anthony Hawkins

[Seta Anthony Hawkins]

carry on my wayward son There’ll be peace when you are done Olivia May Hayni

Seta revelled in being his family’s black sheep. The more he could do to distance himself from the squeaky clean image the rest of his family portrayed, the happier he was. While he should have been off on some kind of college or university adventure, instead he spent his days running wild with his friends, or picking up tips and tricks from one of the local garages. Mechanics was something he was actually decent at, but he still had zero drive to up and do any kind of school over it. Besides, he was usually too busy skirting laws and scoring alcohol to even think about applying himself to any kind of school program. His cousin Alex kept telling him that one day all that risk was going to bite him in the ass, but every time Seta just laughed it off. He’d never been arrested before, and he doubted he ever would.

“Baby, if you’re gonna call me Baby I’m expecting at least a kiss out of this. Otherwise, cool it with the pet names.” Not that he was one to talk. But Baby grated on his nerves, mostly due to the fact he still looked about sixteen in the right light. Enough that his fake ID got questioned. A lot.

Seta had never been great about motion. Airplanes sometimes did it, boats almost always did it, and some of the spinning carnival rides? Forget it. Yet driving (speeding), and taking turns a little too recklessly? That was fine. But this boat thing was not great. He wasn’t looking forward to any kind of time on the stupid thing. “No one’s throwing up,” he growled, still determined to make that true.

“For someone so tiny you’re goddamn bossy, you know that? Who said I wanted to learn?” Taking another step back from the wheel, Seta crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at Livy. No, he wasn’t getting back on the stupid wheel. “Yeah, I’ve noticed. That’s kind of why I like to avoid the majority of the overly entitled people in it.” Give him his semi-delinquent friends any day.

Speaking of overly entitled…

“Right,” he snorted. “Probably didn’t even cross your mind until I said it. Dream my ass.” At least the comment about Colton seemed to have made an impression. It was almost enough to make him forget about the gentle rolling waves beneath the boat. “If you’re sure he won’t mind. He didn’t seem to mind my hands on you during the movie.” He shrugged casually and stuck his hands in his pockets. The whole theatre fiasco was still funny in his mind, and he was sure it wasn’t in hers.

OWL

[Olivia May Hayni]

Telling Liv to cool it with the pet names, made her want to use them all the more. It was like telling someone not to touch the wall because there wet paint on it. Knowing that it was going to annoy him was just going to encourage her. If he’d really wanted her to stop, he should have not mentioned it. ”I can’t make any promises baby, other than the fact that you’re definitely not getting a kiss, ” Of that she was certain. She didn’t kiss guys that made her want scream with frustration because they were being a dick.

Liv wasn’t totally buying that he wasn’t getting ready to throw up those glasses of Champaign that she knew were currently sloshing around in his stomach. It definitely took some getting used to being out on the water. But it was funny at the moment, because the rocking was minimal. The tide was calm by the dock right now. ”I’m just saying, if you do, theres gloves and stuff downstairs in the cupboard. There was absolute zero way she was going to do it.

”Thanks, it’s a talent.” she replies, cheerily with a smug grin. She was definitely the bossy twin. She was a natural leader, and quite persuasive when she wanted to be. Over the years, Liv had been able to talk herself out of a lot of trouble and a lot of groundings. Shrugging her shoulders, she placed her hands on the wheel, beginning to steer it to circle the lock to avoid crashing with any other yachts or the walls. She may not fear being throw into the water, but she did know that her life wouldn’t be worth living if she totalled the yacht. ”I was trying to be nice and teach you something. No need to be ungrateful.” she huffed, acting more annoyed than what she actually was.

Olivia shrugged her shoulders at him innocently, ”A dreams a dream, no matter how long you’ve had it. You suggested Tahiti, baby, now I wanna go to Tahiti.” Honestly, she probably couldn’t even point Tahiti out on a map – Geography wasn’t her strongest point… which was probably worrying considering she was currently captaining a yacht, basically alone. At the mention of the movie theatre fiasco, Liv narrowed her eyes at him. ”For your information, he did mind… but he knows I can handle myself. I certainly minded that night anyway, so screw what he thought,” she snapped. One of her favourite outfits had been ruined that night! She had it in her mind to send him her dry cleaning bill! Liv knew that she was biting at his bait, but she just couldn’t help herself.

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[Seta Anthony Hawkins]

carry on my wayward son There’ll be peace when you are done Olivia May Hayni

Oh Livy. Seta smirked at the so-called ‘promise.’ “You’re playing a game you can’t possibly win, sweetheart. I’d quit while you’re ahead. Don’t want to embarrass yourself, now do you?” She struck him as someone that had an incredible amount of pride or vanity. Or both, quite possibly. Either way, he doubted she liked to lose, especially to riff raff like him. “Spend enough time with me, and maybe you’ll see my charming side. Try to resist a kiss then.” Not that he really wanted to kiss her. He just liked watching her flounder.

He didn’t like being the one doing the floundering. Being on this boat was so out of his element, let alone his comfort zone. Give him the pavement and some spinning wheels any day. But rolling waves? No thank you. “Nah, I think if that happens I’ll just walk away and let you explain to Mommy and Daddy dearest why there’s a mess on the deck.” He wasn’t about to clean up anything, especially when he was on here against his damn will, thank you very much.

“That wasn’t a compliment,” he pointed out with a roll of his eyes. Being bossy was far from attractive, at least in this form. Being bossy in bed, or in the way that the girls he hung out with pulled it off? Sexy as hell. But Liv made it weird. And definitely not sexy. “I didn’t ask to learn, Kid. It’d be like me trying to teach you how to change a tire, or take a motor apart. How much fun would that be?” Actually, it sounded like a lot of fun to him, but he doubted that she would have the same opinion.

“I’m sure your family has a private jet you can just fly away on to Tahiti. Probably faster than a boat anyway. Just ask Daddy if you can borrow it.” He didn’t exactly mean to come off as harsh as he did, but these events stressed him the hell out. Who cared who had what money and did what with it, or who was sleeping with who? Not him, that was for damn sure. At least he seemed to get under her skin with his comments about Colton. That took his mind off his stomach, at least a little. “Sounds like I hit a little nerve there, Princess. Prince Charming not quite what you pictured? Would you have preferred we got into a fistfight over your honour?” Honestly, the fact that Colton hadn’t gone after him at the theatre had spoken volumes about the kid. If their roles had been reversed? Seta would have knocked him flat on his ass before he could so much as touch Liv. Except their roles weren’t reversed. And they weren’t going to be, either.

OWL

[Olivia May Hayni]

Liv was extremely competitive by nature anyway… she was definitely the one who didn’t like to lose out of the two siblings. So whenever she was presented with a challenge, she was never one to back down. And something about Seta got her back up, but again made her refuse to back down… which was definitely going to end badly; specifically for her. Knowing that he hating being called baby though, and still calling him it anyway was totally worth it. ”You could sprout wings and wear a halo baby, and I’d be able to resist that kiss with you thank you very much,” she snapped sarcastically. He wasn’t her type at all. Liv liked guys that had acceptable social skills both in and out of the company of parents and other adults. Not once had Seta shown that he was pleasant other than in front of his mom and her mom.

The fact that he was trying to act to nonchalant was laughable; if he’d just come out and say that he wasn’t feeling great then the blonde probably would have had a little bit of sympathy for him. She shrugged her shoulders lazy and continued to tug at chords and the wheel. ”They’re used to that kind of crap with my friends. Not sure your parents would be thrilled the be looked down upon and charged for any cleaning though,” If he wanted to be a dick, she could be too. Liv’s family was and always had been a part of an elite group; of the rich and privilege. It wasn’t easy for new families to be accepted into that elite circle… and the fact that her own mom had been speaking to his mom told her that they were trying to be included. If his mom was anything like her own, the idea of anything threatening that opportunity would be the worst thing in the world.

”I didn’t take it as a compliment,” she stated, tucking a strand of hair back behind her ear that had been flapping around in the wind. He was such an asshole. Okay, sure, she had kind of taken it upon herself to bring them out on the boat- but most people would have jumped at the chance to joyride on an expensive yacht. ”Hey, I thought you were up for a good time. Clearly you’re more stuck in the mud than I’d first thought,” Liv had always thought that with Seta, all the rules would be thrown out of the window. She hadn’t realised he’d be such a big cry baby when it came to a few bumpy waves. ”Yeah, well, when you see me at a car event you can do that. You turned up at a sailing Regatta… you know where people sail…”

Liv narrowed her eyes at him. The fact that she was spoilt and her father had money to burn wasn’t a secret; the Hayni’s were extremely wealthy. But throwing it in her face was a low blow – and to her a sign of jealousy… something that she often experienced; usually from other girls. A private jet however was something that they didn’t yet have. Her father had access to his corporate jet that they sometimes used… but that wasn’t the point. ”Maybe I will. Don’t expect an invite.” Maybe a vacation was just what she needed; specifically to forget this jerk. She was starting to wish she’d brought more alcohol along with her from the tent. ”Psch, please. Violence is not attractive. You may be quick to want to throw a punch, but a real man knows it’s pointless and trashy,” Okay, so she was pissed that Colton hadn’t said anything to Seta that night… but he didn’t need to know that... because she could hander herself… usually. This guy was proving to be more of a piece of work that she had first thought.

ulla | Seta Anthony Hawkins

[Seta Anthony Hawkins]

carry on my wayward son There’ll be peace when you are done Olivia May Hayni

Surprisingly, Livy made a half decent sparring partner. At the very least she was giving as good as she got, which was something. She wasn’t off crying to Colton that the misfit prince was harassing her. That was a good quality. In a sea of bad ones, but still. One redeeming quality was a start. And she wasn’t that hard on the eyes. But annoying? Yeah, Liv did annoying in spades. “You know, I would, but I honestly think that horns look a whole lot better. Much more fun than the wings and halo bit. But cute, Liv. Nice try.” Seta had had many insults flung at him in his life so far, and while most of the time more recently they were in jest, he didn’t think that Olivia could really live up to some of the ones buried in his past. She could try, sure, but what she was doing now? Water off a duck’s back.

He snorted in amusement as he looked at the rails of the boat, trying to keep his vision from bobbing up and down too much. “Please. You think my parents would be embarrassed by that? Think again, Cupcake. I’ve done worse, and they know I don’t do boats. If anything they’d feel bad for me, and you’d like the wicked witch who lured me on deck.” There was little he could do now that was more embarrassing for his parents than, say, his expulsion from school, and their consequential move because of it. As long as he didn’t get arrested, just about anything he did was under the radar, and fine. “Question is, do you really want to admit to Daddy Dearest that you swiped his boat with a strange guy?” He suspected that would cause more problems than it would anything else.

“Sure sounded like it,” he muttered under his breath. Concentrating on not spewing all over the deck was giving him a headache. Or maybe it was Livy’s voice. Either way, this was getting old real fast. “I’m always up for a good time. This just isn’t my idea of a good time. Simple. For us normal people, anyway. Not sure how much I need to dumb that down so you get it, Blondie.” Ahh, that was better. Even feeling ill he still had his bite. “I didn’t turn up by choice,” he pointed out. “If I had my way I’d be home in the garage, covered in motor oil and drinking the night away.” Or bumming around town with his friends, who were smart enough to avoid events like this. But like it or not, he was stuck for the foreseeable future.

“Why would I want to go to stupid Tahiti anyway? It’s too hot, and I’d have to watch your pale ass prance around in bikinis all day. No thanks.” There was so little of him that wanted to go anywhere with Olivia, even if she was fun to pester. Honestly, if he never saw her again after tonight, he’d be thrilled. Her attitude was painful, and flaunting her wealth and upbringing was far from attractive. Give him a down to earth, middle or lower class girl and he’d be happy. They were lower maintenance, for one, and that suited him just fine. “Hey, sometimes actions speak louder than words. In that case, way louder. Call me when you’re interested in finding a real man, instead of Malibu Ken. Maybe I’ll hook you up, if I’m feeling charitable.” The more they were on the water, the worse his mood was turning. Hopefully it would be over soon, before he really did redecorate the deck.

OWL

[Olivia May Hayni]

Livy had never been one to just bite her tongue; when she had something on her mind, she shared it. It had gotten her into trouble more often than not. But at least she was honest. Well… most of the time anyway. She was a female after all who loved a gossip and a bitch. She wasn’t a wallflower who just sat and accepted everything that was thrown at her, she gave as good as she got… and Seta was making her rise to the challenge. He was her equal in the whole being stubborn thing, and his ego was the size of the continental us. ”You already have horns though,” she replied, motioning towards his head, ”What with you being the devil incarnate.. and all that,” It was fun that she was able to spar with a guy, usually guys didn’t want to go up against a girl… girls on the other hand were always keen to go head to head with her.

”The fact that you followed me onto the boat shows how easily led you are. One of the sheep. Wow, you probably should live on a farm, so far today you’ve been a chicken and now a sheep.” she snorted. It really didn’t surprise her that he’d done worse than throw up on a boat before now. He definitely came across as very rough around the edges as well as through and through. He may have her mom fooled with the whole mr nice guy act today, but his behaviour at the movie theatre was forever burned into Liv’s memory. ”Wicked witch? Ha! Original. And hey, you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink – hey, that’s another farm animal.” Liv amused herself more than was technically necessary or appropriate. She hadn’t forced him onto the boat; she’d only technically forced him out onto the open water… and even then she wasn’t holding him hostage… he could dive off of the side and swim to shore if he really wanted… they were still in the dock! ”I’ll just say you made me do it. I’m daddy’s little angel. He’ll believe me over you,” Liv gave him an innocent smile, and batted her eyelashes.

Choosing to ignore his mumbling – she was sure it wasn’t anything pleasant she wanted to hear – she steered the boat back around, ready to head back towards the deck. Honestly, she’d assumed that once they got out on the boat, it would be fun. But all Seta had done was bitch like a little girl… and was being a killjoy. ”Alright, whatever. I guess its not your fault that you’re boring and get seasick…” The lovely shade of grey he’d turned had given that away. ”Wait… normal people? What does that make me? A princess?!” She hadn’t wanted to say “not normal” because something told her that he would be like a dog with a bone with that one. ”Regardless, you’re still here… at a sailing Regatta. I don’t know what else you expected.”

”Ha you’re a bad liar. You’d love to watch my ass dance around in a bikini on a beach, getting a tan. Pervert.” Liv was confident when it came to her appearance. She was used to guys ogling her and she often revelled in it. It was one of the reasons summer vacations were one of her favourite things! Seattle had it’s days when it was hot enough to wear a bikini, but they were few and far between… compared to Tahiti or St Barts. Despite the fact the pair had bonded over being sparring partners, there would definitely be no love lost between them when they finally parted ways once they got back to shore. Liv grazed her gaze over him as she continued to steer the boat away from any danger of hitting something. He wasn’t exactly bad looking… but she wasn’t going to miss his face. ”I could handle myself that night. There was no need for him to “show his actions” she spat sarcastically, her fingers doing quotation marks in the air around “show his actions”. ” And let you play cupid for me? Uh no thanks. I like guy’s who haven’t got several warrants out for their arrests thank you very much,”

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[Seta Anthony Hawkins]

carry on my wayward son There’ll be peace when you are done Olivia May Hayni

Likewise, Seta’s mouth had often landed him in hot water. While he wasn’t one to make absolutely cutting insults to someone that didn’t deserve it (he’d be there, it wasn’t fun), if someone deserved a verbal beating, he was more than happy to provide it. Sometimes he’d even let his hands do some of the talking, which tended to just land him in more trouble. But nine times out of ten it was worth whatever punishment he got. His lips twisted into a cocky grin as she motioned to his head. “Aw and here I’d thought I’d hidden them so well. Don’t flatter me, though. I’ll settle for demon over devil incarnate. Still, it’s something to aspire to.”

Oh Liv Liv Liv. So sure of herself. Seta rolled his eyes and tried to ignore the twitch in his fingers. He was practically itching for a cigarette, not to mention another hit of champagne. It might not be strong, but it would do the trick if he had enough of them. “I think you’ll learn I’m more wolf than sheep, but thanks anyway.” Either the waves were really getting to him, or he was just getting too old for this. Either way, the fun was starting to die real quick. Especially as she raised the point that he could be easily blamed for stealing the boat. Wouldn’t that look great? His parents probably wouldn’t doubt it, either. Sure, he didn’t like the rolling waves the boat glided over, but the thrill of taking something as big as a freaking yacht? That would be right up his alley, wouldn’t it? He couldn’t roll his eyes any harder than he was. “Daddy’s Little Angel with a dark side? Cute.” He wouldn’t fight her on the fact she could blame him, mostly because she could, and he’d be out of luck on the new engine for his baby.

And possibly in jail, which didn’t sound so great either.

If being on the water didn’t make him feel so sick, Seta would have been having a blast. The thrill of swiping a big boat under Daddy’s nose was something he’d never experienced, and if being sea sick hadn’t ruined it, it would have been a whole different story. “Fine. Seasick yes. But boring? Honey, I’m the furthest thing from. You’d know that if you gave me half a chance.” Why he felt the undying need to impress her, he had no idea. But the way she looked down on him bugged him to no end. “Not exactly a princess. Was thinking more along the lines of a spoiled rotten brat. But you manipulate that any way you want to make yourself happy.” As for the fact he was at the regatta, he shrugged and looked back at the docks. “I expected to get a little drunk on champagne, mind my damn manners for my parents, and go back home again. This being kidnapped on a boat didn’t really factor in.” His stomach lurched a little, making him move back towards the railings, just in case.

He snorted and shook his head, shaking his dark bangs out of his eyes. “Trust me when I say that ain’t a lie. I can think of a hundred things I’d rather do than that, and anything involving you involves way more clothes than you’re currently wearing. How is that dress even legal?” A lesser man could easily sneak a peek up the skirt given half a chance. Seta was a lot of things, but a pervert? Well… some of his friends might argue that he was, but that was mostly in fun. He’d never actually take advantage like that. “I think you doth protest a little much there, kiddo.” The way she was defending Colton’s sheer will to ignore the entire thing was downright applause-worthy. And sad. Really sad. “Hey. No one’s been arrested. Yet, anyway.” Sometimes that was a little surprising, considering the stuff they could pull, but so far no one actually had a criminal record. Well, not yet, anyway.

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