Rousing from her sleep, Maria twisted the sheets around her bare body and groaned in a dead, unenthusiastic manner. The clock on her dresser read 3:35AM. "Gotta' be shitting me," she muttered as she slammed a pillow over her face, clutching it. Assuming no one was home, she released a yawn that sounded more like a yell. Something stirred in her conscience. This generally meant she had no chance of getting back to sleep for at least a few hours. Rolling around for a moment, she met the edge of the bed. Shortly thereafter, she trundled onto the floor half intentionally.
Her landing was not pleasant, causing her to stand rather quickly. She fumbled with the sheets and eventually stripped them away, tossing them carelessly as she strode into her bathroom. After stealing a look at the mirror, she recoiled and grimaced, "
Yeeeeesh." She gritted her teeth as she slunk into the shower. As she washed herself down, she recollected the events from the night before.
Did Skye get some rest and make up her mind about what to do? Maria hoped the young girl with the spunk would stay. Then her thoughts ambled towards the translator who now had become a bit familiar. Would Daniel even remember what happened after being so incredibly stupefied by the pain killers? Maria then recalled even kissing his head and invading his intimate space. God, she hoped he wouldn't remember. It almost made her look vulgar and rude. He'd think her some sort of tease that was out to toy with him and screw with his head. She didn't want that.
Her hands grabbed towards the shower knob, shutting it off. The rain was still making its presence known, pounding on the windows and roof. As she blow dried her hair, with her free hand she softly touched the bruise on her eye. It was fading, but it was taking its sweet time. When she finished with the dryer, she went to her phone only to find a text from her brother:
If you don't wake up, that's fine. But if you could come to the pier and help me oversee things that would be cool. Thanks Mae.
By the time she was nearing her vanity, it was obvious she wouldn't even have a minute to cram coffee down her throat before she rushed off to meet her brother and whoever else. She slopped her hair into a bun, some of her bangs falling to frame her face. Though her feet were still recovering from the night before, it was a labor of love. She pulled some suede short heel boots on after sliding into incredibly tight jeans. Usually she'd rather be caught in yoga pants before jeans, but it was barely light out and she didn't plan on seeing many people who'd actually care.
Nearly leaving the house topless, she was halfway down the stairs before she realized she had no shirt on. With a faint gasp, she hurried back up the steps and grabbed a long sleeve jean shirt. Adorning her thin wrists, she wore some clashing jewelry just for the hell of it. She hastily grabbed her keys and trotted towards her car. The rain was only letting up as she pulled into the pier. She jammed a glock into the back of her pants and hoped it would be enough. Hoping nothing at all would cause her to use it was a better invocation.
Just beyond the loading vans, she could make out the silhouettes of Martin and Cole. Maria's brother waved to her, then turning to say something to the Russian men. Suri was making her way down the docks as well, meaning Cole had enough help where he was. Maria hoped Suri's arm wasn't too bad, being that she couldn't even stitch it up the night before. It was a tough job, and her hands were too shaky. She'd rather not risk it. Maria figured she could work on it later when she was less distracted. As for the time at the pier, she'd simply sit and watch, making sure all went as planned. It was an easy enough job, given that nothing unsightly occurred. She slumped halfway out of her driver seat, finally forcing herself to her feet and trudging to a brick wall to sit and watch. For a minute, she peered in the opposite direction of the transaction where Jackson's truck was parked. She had to wonder why her brother asked her to come if Jackson was there.
Overhead, the empyrean broke apart as clouds separated and gave way to the eager sun. It was as if it was outstretching its arms and yawning as it splashed light over the pier. Regardless, it was still lightly gray outside. She squinted at the ferry, then back to Jackson's truck. Then she saw him, cradling Maya under his arm like she was a lost puppy.
That was why. "Inevitable," she mumbled to herself, slightly amused.