hiding

Let's make more bad decisions!!!

Alexia frowned as she stared at her closet. She was annoyed, she was pissed, she was beyond confused. No matter how much she thought, she couldn't think of a reason for Marco's behavior. Alexia didn't want to put on any more clothes, mostly just to spite him but also because it was just to damn hot on the island. She had no idea how the islanders dealt with the humidity and heat every day of their lives. But Alexia couldn't tune out the nagging little voice in her head, the one that was also trying to make reason out of Marco's outburst.

Alexia could only figure that maybe it was her scars. They had healed and lightened faster than she had expected. They were really only visible in the right lighting up close, but she still felt as though they were in a way; screaming at the world to have everyone notice their presence. Alexia tried since she had gotten them, to ignore them. With pretend confidence she hoped they wouldn't bother her. She tried telling herself that she should be proud of them, they were marks of a warrior. But again, that tiny nagging voice in her head told her otherwise. She was still confused. Marco couldn't possibly be wanting her to cover up due to her scars right? He had seen them plenty of times before. Hell, two of them were from him. It had to be the scars; it was the only logical explanation.

She pushed the tiny growing feeling of embarrassment and shame down inside her as she put on the grey tank top Izo had given her when she had first come aboard the Moby so long ago. Alexia replaced her shorts with knee length black leggings. Satisfied that only the scar on her shoulder was showing, she went back to the bar in search for Thatch and Ian.

Alexia was grateful the island's town was right next to the sea. It was too hot for her liking to go taking a long walk to find it. She smiled as she came up to the bar from earlier. Ian waved at her as he grinned like an idiot, holding out a bottle for her. The bar had become much more crowded than earlier, the music was louder as well.

"There you are!" Ian handed her the booze, "I tried catching up to you, but you were long gone. Damn are you fast. Did you actually change clothes? You didn't seriously do it because of what he said did you?"

"Nah, he's just a dick," Alexia lied partially, "Eh just call it personal... issues. Speaking of the dick head, what happened to him?"

Alexia's eyes found him quickly, mentally noting how well his pineapple shaped head made it to find. She felt a flash of disappointment and anger in her as she noted the two red headed women practically hanging off of him. The one on his right was practically groping him as she slid her hand up his leg. His face donned the same bored expression that it normally did. It was a facial expression she found herself wanting to beat to a pulp at the moment.

"Do you maybe want to get out here?" Thatch offered nervously, noticing the same thing she did, as well as the slight look of hurt on her face, "Town's getting kind of boring, we can go back to the ship and I can make us all some snacks and drinks and we can play some poker."

"Thatch," Alexia smiled at him reassuringly, her happy tone of voice definitely fake, "I'm good but thank you. I think I want to have some fun tonight actually."

"Uhhh, Alexia..." Ian's voice trailed off as she left the two to go grab more drinks at the bar, "Why do I feel like this isn't going to end well?"

"Because little brother," Thatch groaned with an exhausted expression on his face as he put a hand on Ian's shoulder, "It absolutely won't."

"So what do we do?" Ian asked concerned.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing." Izo sighed as he joined them, "This is something the kiddos are going to have to figure out for themselves."

"I think Marco's right," Thatch rolled his eyes, "You do follow all of us around for these moments."