OOC: The adventures of Sherry, a sweet Southern girl who always means to be good. Just sometimes, though...things don't go the way that she expects.
Closed for me and la_petit_morte.
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[size=+1]Chapter One: The Fishing Trip[/size]
"Runaway latte!"
Pausing in the act of adjusting her bikini, Sherry glanced up: Even in a resort town like Mal de Mer, Florida, that was a cry seldom heard.
It was fortunate that she looked, as the latte in question, along with a grande cappuchino, was in a tray atop a cooler on wheels that was headed straight for her shins.
Reacting with volleyball-honed reflexes, Sherry took a step back and met the cooler with slightly bent arms, absorbing the momentum it had built up by rolling halfway down the boat ramp at the south end of Carajo Beach and bringing it to a stop with no damage to beverages or lithe limbs.
"Consarn it, Billy Joe! I told you to keep an eye on that thing!"
Sherry now saw that the speaker was Jim Bob Bodine. His brother, Billy Joe Bodine, stood roughly ten feet to his left, peering out from behind an armload of fishing tackle.
"I reckon I did, Jim Bob, but my eye was the only thing I had to put on it!"
Jim Bob shook his head and shot a brief, appealing glance heavenward.
"Well, it's just lucky for you that Miss Sherry happened by or you'd be drinking your java with a double shot of brine!"
"Good morning, Miss Sherry!", he added; his greeting echoed a moment later by his brother.
"Good morning, Jim Bob! Good morning, Billy Joe!", Sherry smiled and acknowledged them both.
The Bodine brothers weren't from Mal de Mer originally, or even from Florida, but they were Southern and they were gentlemen in the ways that counted, and they'd fit right in since they'd moved to the seaside community a couple years back and started a marine engine repair business.
Sherry didn't really know a whole lot about the brothers aside from obvious things like what they did for a living and that they both appeared to be in their mid-twenties - not too much more than her own twenty one years - but they were polite to everyone else even when they were bickering with each other, ready to lend a hand when someone needed one, and they always said hello to her when she saw them around the beach or when she passed by Bodine Marine. In an old Southern town like Mal de Mer, that was enough for her consider them friends.
Apparently today they'd managed to take some time away from work, given that they were there at the ramp with their boat on a trailer and their hands full of fishin' gear instead of tools.
Sherry left off her musing as Jim Bob spoke again: "Billy Joe, I think we owe Miss Sherry a coffee of her own for saving ours!"
"I think we can do better than that, Jim Bob!", Billy Joe rejoined. "Why don't we ask her to come with us? You made me pack enough food and beer for five people!"
Billy Joe turned to Sherry.
"Do you like to fish, Miss Sherry? We're goin' way out to an old wreck that we found last month with the depthfinder! Never know what you might catch out in the deep around a wreck!"
Closed for me and la_petit_morte.
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[size=+1]Chapter One: The Fishing Trip[/size]
"Runaway latte!"
Pausing in the act of adjusting her bikini, Sherry glanced up: Even in a resort town like Mal de Mer, Florida, that was a cry seldom heard.
It was fortunate that she looked, as the latte in question, along with a grande cappuchino, was in a tray atop a cooler on wheels that was headed straight for her shins.
Reacting with volleyball-honed reflexes, Sherry took a step back and met the cooler with slightly bent arms, absorbing the momentum it had built up by rolling halfway down the boat ramp at the south end of Carajo Beach and bringing it to a stop with no damage to beverages or lithe limbs.
"Consarn it, Billy Joe! I told you to keep an eye on that thing!"
Sherry now saw that the speaker was Jim Bob Bodine. His brother, Billy Joe Bodine, stood roughly ten feet to his left, peering out from behind an armload of fishing tackle.
"I reckon I did, Jim Bob, but my eye was the only thing I had to put on it!"
Jim Bob shook his head and shot a brief, appealing glance heavenward.
"Well, it's just lucky for you that Miss Sherry happened by or you'd be drinking your java with a double shot of brine!"
"Good morning, Miss Sherry!", he added; his greeting echoed a moment later by his brother.
"Good morning, Jim Bob! Good morning, Billy Joe!", Sherry smiled and acknowledged them both.
The Bodine brothers weren't from Mal de Mer originally, or even from Florida, but they were Southern and they were gentlemen in the ways that counted, and they'd fit right in since they'd moved to the seaside community a couple years back and started a marine engine repair business.
Sherry didn't really know a whole lot about the brothers aside from obvious things like what they did for a living and that they both appeared to be in their mid-twenties - not too much more than her own twenty one years - but they were polite to everyone else even when they were bickering with each other, ready to lend a hand when someone needed one, and they always said hello to her when she saw them around the beach or when she passed by Bodine Marine. In an old Southern town like Mal de Mer, that was enough for her consider them friends.
Apparently today they'd managed to take some time away from work, given that they were there at the ramp with their boat on a trailer and their hands full of fishin' gear instead of tools.
Sherry left off her musing as Jim Bob spoke again: "Billy Joe, I think we owe Miss Sherry a coffee of her own for saving ours!"
"I think we can do better than that, Jim Bob!", Billy Joe rejoined. "Why don't we ask her to come with us? You made me pack enough food and beer for five people!"
Billy Joe turned to Sherry.
"Do you like to fish, Miss Sherry? We're goin' way out to an old wreck that we found last month with the depthfinder! Never know what you might catch out in the deep around a wreck!"
