The shop was not large, but it was big enough for him. When someone first walked into the ship on their left there was a wall of t-shirts. There were typical tourist shirts. Some were crazy offensive, some hyper sexual, some just plain asinine, and a few just showed the silhouette of the beach with Florida written on it in some stylish letters. They didn't sell very often anymore, but he got money every month just for having them on display. He'd get more if he could sell them, but to sell tourist shirts there needed to be tourists.
In the right wall, across from the wall of t-shirts, was a wall of handcrafted surfboards of all heights and colors. Victor wasn't a good enough artist to paint figures or intricate designs on the boards, but he had developed a knack for blending colors well. The boards weren't the best in the world by far, but they were his and he was proud. In the middle of the smallish room was a small table and register. In the back of the shop, visible to anyone who walked in, was where Vic spent most of his time with his tools, two wooden saw horses, and a hunk of wood he was crafting into something special.
In the right wall, across from the wall of t-shirts, was a wall of handcrafted surfboards of all heights and colors. Victor wasn't a good enough artist to paint figures or intricate designs on the boards, but he had developed a knack for blending colors well. The boards weren't the best in the world by far, but they were his and he was proud. In the middle of the smallish room was a small table and register. In the back of the shop, visible to anyone who walked in, was where Vic spent most of his time with his tools, two wooden saw horses, and a hunk of wood he was crafting into something special.
Standing on the balcony of his freshly cleaned condo, Jax held a cup of coffee in his hand, and looked out at the ocean. It had taken about three days to completely clean this shit-hole, then his OCD tendencies kicked in, and he did it another time. He had then moved in basic furniture, somewhere to sleep, somewhere to sit, and a tiny table to eat at.
The most expensive thing was the TV he had bought to combat the silence, which was currently on and tuned to music. It was a true bachelor pad, and it was exactly what Jax needed for now. He swallowed the rest of the coffee, and stepped back into the condo, sliding the door closed behind him. He deposited the cup in the sink, and threw on his shoes. He needed something to do, so he thought he would head to the beach.
He loved water, and lived on it the majority of his life. He smiled to himself at the thought of being back in the water for just a moment, but as he walked towards the water, something else caught his nose. He stopped as he sniffed the air lightly, his head turning and his smile widening as he changed direction to head to the little shop.
He pulled open the door, and that smile changed into a smirk as he caught sight of the very person he had been sent here to find, and the animal in him breathed a sigh of relief. “Just the man I was hoping to find. I need a board.” Jax wasn’t a babysitter, and Vic didn’t need one, so although there was a high chance both men knew why Jax was there, the only thing Jax was interested in at that very moment was the green and blue board that he was looking at.
The most expensive thing was the TV he had bought to combat the silence, which was currently on and tuned to music. It was a true bachelor pad, and it was exactly what Jax needed for now. He swallowed the rest of the coffee, and stepped back into the condo, sliding the door closed behind him. He deposited the cup in the sink, and threw on his shoes. He needed something to do, so he thought he would head to the beach.
He loved water, and lived on it the majority of his life. He smiled to himself at the thought of being back in the water for just a moment, but as he walked towards the water, something else caught his nose. He stopped as he sniffed the air lightly, his head turning and his smile widening as he changed direction to head to the little shop.
He pulled open the door, and that smile changed into a smirk as he caught sight of the very person he had been sent here to find, and the animal in him breathed a sigh of relief. “Just the man I was hoping to find. I need a board.” Jax wasn’t a babysitter, and Vic didn’t need one, so although there was a high chance both men knew why Jax was there, the only thing Jax was interested in at that very moment was the green and blue board that he was looking at.
Vic opened his shop about 9am every morning. It was always 'about'. An -ish time more than an exact time. Vic had a routine that was the most consistent thing in his current life. He woke well before dawn and started a small bonfire on the beach. He then would grab his board and hit the waves. As the sun broke over the horizon the people would start to gather. The bon fire was the gathering spot. By the time Vic came in from his first down of waves, Rachel, the wife of one of the guys that came out every morning, had breakfast tacos going and always brought lots of coffee.
Vic would eat and chat before going out to catch a few more waves before he headed back to his shop. He would rinse off his board and himself with a hose that was behind the shop. He would then head out for an hour run on the beach. After his run he would grab a shower in the small enclosed outdoor shower he built behind the shop and head into the shop to put on some dry board shorts and start working.
This morning he was in the mood for some music. He pulled up his 'Chill' play list and clicked on the OPEN sign and unlocked the front door. He grabbed a broom and began sweeping the thin layer of sand and sawdust that never seemed to ever completely leave. He was bent over brushing the last pile of sand into the dust pan when the door opened. From his bent over position, he was visible from the door but his attention was on the broom and dust pan. "Good on ya. Be right there." He should have recognized that voice. He had heard it since he was a pre-teen. But it was so out of place here, he never would have suspected. He stood up and dumped the contents of the dust pan in the trash then turned to greet his patron.
A large smile split Vic's face as he transversed the room in a few large steps. He opened his arms to the man he considered a brother and embraced him as family. "Look what the hawk dropped on my beach." He stepped back from Jax and gave him a fatherly inspection. "If your inquiring about a board I trust the Tide is well?"
Vic followed Jax's eyes to the board he was interested in. Vic motioned to Jax to go take it off the wall. "Go handle her, mate. See if she wants to dance with ya."
Vic would eat and chat before going out to catch a few more waves before he headed back to his shop. He would rinse off his board and himself with a hose that was behind the shop. He would then head out for an hour run on the beach. After his run he would grab a shower in the small enclosed outdoor shower he built behind the shop and head into the shop to put on some dry board shorts and start working.
This morning he was in the mood for some music. He pulled up his 'Chill' play list and clicked on the OPEN sign and unlocked the front door. He grabbed a broom and began sweeping the thin layer of sand and sawdust that never seemed to ever completely leave. He was bent over brushing the last pile of sand into the dust pan when the door opened. From his bent over position, he was visible from the door but his attention was on the broom and dust pan. "Good on ya. Be right there." He should have recognized that voice. He had heard it since he was a pre-teen. But it was so out of place here, he never would have suspected. He stood up and dumped the contents of the dust pan in the trash then turned to greet his patron.
A large smile split Vic's face as he transversed the room in a few large steps. He opened his arms to the man he considered a brother and embraced him as family. "Look what the hawk dropped on my beach." He stepped back from Jax and gave him a fatherly inspection. "If your inquiring about a board I trust the Tide is well?"
Vic followed Jax's eyes to the board he was interested in. Vic motioned to Jax to go take it off the wall. "Go handle her, mate. See if she wants to dance with ya."
It has been a couple of days since Creed fixed up his condo and started his actual 'vacation'. To which, he was already bored of and so decided to explore the small strip that he lived near. He wanted to help his sister, but she wouldn't let him near the bar she was working on, though he saw a very familiar pirate go in and out. She said he could see it when the grand reopening was and not any sooner. "Stubborn pain in my arse." He amusedly mumbled to himself as he walked down the sidewalk in the small town. He knew that was a lost cause, so there he was, looking around at all the shops until he came up to one that made him curious. Hang 10 Surf Shop was the name on the shop. It looked to have an array of shirts from touristy to very sexual in nature, to which some made him smirk.
Soon, he found himself walking inside and taking a look at some of the shirts on the left wall and raised an eyebrow. "That one my get my arse kicked if I gave it to her." He mumbled out to no one in general but smirked at the idea. He glanced to the right wall and noticed a few surf boards that were decently made and blended well for coloring but looked like they were missing something. He soon walked towards them and looked closer. Yeah, these are handmade and well at that. He thought to himself and ran a hand across a board. He didn't know how to surf, but he was a fast learner if he was taught, though that wasn't what drew him to it. "Putting designs on the boards themselves would probably help sell them." He thought out loud, not meaning to. Though it was not being judgemental, it could have come out rude if someone took it that way.
Most people didn't know that Creed was intrigued by art or that he dabbled in it as well. Only those he was closest to knew but his sister was the only one who actually saw his work. He looked around and saw a surfer looking guy, probably the owner, who had just finished talking to a bulky tatted man. He did sense them when he entered the shop but didn't want to interrupt when he first came in because the two seemed familiar with each other. So he just looked around a bit, but then the boards had him curious.
Creed walked the short distance, and with a nod towards the boards, he asked, "Hey, mate. Do you make these customs to order? Maybe with some designs?" He glanced at the man next to him and back at the owner and waited to see if there was a reply, while showing genuine curiosity about the craftsmanship. He wasn't trying to get into anyone's business, but sometimes the 'business man' in him seeped out, and if he could help others make more money, he would.
Soon, he found himself walking inside and taking a look at some of the shirts on the left wall and raised an eyebrow. "That one my get my arse kicked if I gave it to her." He mumbled out to no one in general but smirked at the idea. He glanced to the right wall and noticed a few surf boards that were decently made and blended well for coloring but looked like they were missing something. He soon walked towards them and looked closer. Yeah, these are handmade and well at that. He thought to himself and ran a hand across a board. He didn't know how to surf, but he was a fast learner if he was taught, though that wasn't what drew him to it. "Putting designs on the boards themselves would probably help sell them." He thought out loud, not meaning to. Though it was not being judgemental, it could have come out rude if someone took it that way.
Most people didn't know that Creed was intrigued by art or that he dabbled in it as well. Only those he was closest to knew but his sister was the only one who actually saw his work. He looked around and saw a surfer looking guy, probably the owner, who had just finished talking to a bulky tatted man. He did sense them when he entered the shop but didn't want to interrupt when he first came in because the two seemed familiar with each other. So he just looked around a bit, but then the boards had him curious.
Creed walked the short distance, and with a nod towards the boards, he asked, "Hey, mate. Do you make these customs to order? Maybe with some designs?" He glanced at the man next to him and back at the owner and waited to see if there was a reply, while showing genuine curiosity about the craftsmanship. He wasn't trying to get into anyone's business, but sometimes the 'business man' in him seeped out, and if he could help others make more money, he would.
Jax waited with lazy patience for Vic to finish what he was doing. He had done so many, many times over the years when Vic was busy in his tasks, and used the time to look over the board. When he heard the steps, Jax turned towards the gentle giant he considered a brother, and threw his arms around him in a tight hug. Jax chuckled at Vic’s comment, and pulled back to look at him. “Ahh, I got restless in my nest, and Mama Bird kicked me out.” He joked lightly as he stood back and used those hawk eyes to inspect Vic.
Jax’s head nodded lightly when Vic inquired about the Tide. Jax’s mouth opened, full of playful sarcasm towards his Captain and best friend, but right at that moment, the door opened again, and Jax changed the way he was about to answer that question. “All is well, my brother. Your brother and his bride wanted some time together, so I’m on vacation for a couple months.” Jax knew that Vic would read between the lines on what he really meant. “Now I just need something to occupy my time.”
In the meantime, Jax’s extremely sharp senses picked up on the other individual who had entered the shop. Although his attention was on Vic and their reunion, that didn’t stop him from hearing what the other man said. As a sailor, and a part of Vic’s family, it did strike him a little wrong to say something like that aloud. As they were approached, Jax’s stance changed, and Vic would know, so did his brain. He listened to the other man speak as he calculated what to say. “What a wild thing to say outloud in someone’s shop.” He said slowly as Jax’s eyes, so many shades of blue they didn’t have one color, looked over the other man and tilted his head back towards the board when he had made his comment. “Would you care to explain the intention of the comment you made just now?”
Jax’s head nodded lightly when Vic inquired about the Tide. Jax’s mouth opened, full of playful sarcasm towards his Captain and best friend, but right at that moment, the door opened again, and Jax changed the way he was about to answer that question. “All is well, my brother. Your brother and his bride wanted some time together, so I’m on vacation for a couple months.” Jax knew that Vic would read between the lines on what he really meant. “Now I just need something to occupy my time.”
In the meantime, Jax’s extremely sharp senses picked up on the other individual who had entered the shop. Although his attention was on Vic and their reunion, that didn’t stop him from hearing what the other man said. As a sailor, and a part of Vic’s family, it did strike him a little wrong to say something like that aloud. As they were approached, Jax’s stance changed, and Vic would know, so did his brain. He listened to the other man speak as he calculated what to say. “What a wild thing to say outloud in someone’s shop.” He said slowly as Jax’s eyes, so many shades of blue they didn’t have one color, looked over the other man and tilted his head back towards the board when he had made his comment. “Would you care to explain the intention of the comment you made just now?”
Vic knew all too well exactly what Jax meant when he said that the Captains of the Tide wanted time together. With a hearty laugh Vic smacked Jax on the shoulder, “Are you ready for the sounds of some new little feet aboard?” If his brother and his wife gave Jax leave for a few months, then Vic would certainly that amount of time himself before he would be called back. Although, seeing as Jax made the effort to come to settle here Vic had to anticipate that this was him being called back. Another man had entered the shop, but Vic’s attention was still on Jax. “Jax,” he eyed the man in a knowing way, “Are you my black spot?” (For anyone not familiar with pirate lore, the black spot is a summons one pirate gives to another)
The vibe in the surf shop changed rapidly as Jax reacted to something the customer had said…asked maybe? Victor hadn’t really been paying attention to the man, his attention had been on Jax and the reason for him to be standing in his shop when he could have gone anywhere in the world. Vic put one of his large hands on Jax’s shoulder and stepped up to stand next to his feisty brother. Vic might have missed the first statement about his boards, but he caught the question. “I take customer orders. Granted most of them are over the internet, but I can do it.” Then the man asked about designs on his boards. Vic looked over at the wall of boards and the varying colors of them. He shrugged, his hand still on Jax’s shoulder, “I don’t do design work. Mostly because I don’t have the skill for it. But my work sells well enough in the shops they’re in.” He wasn’t sure what this guy was getting at and it seemed Jax was going to play the role of protective little brother and ask.
Vic wasn’t one to fly into a rage like Jax was. He had always been more laid back and easy-going. But even he was going to get a little prickly if he felt his talent was being ridiculed. Vic made a fair amount of money and was pleased with the small business he had pulled together for himself. He wanted to hear the man out before he decided whether he was offended or not. Everyone should have a chance to explain themselves.
The vibe in the surf shop changed rapidly as Jax reacted to something the customer had said…asked maybe? Victor hadn’t really been paying attention to the man, his attention had been on Jax and the reason for him to be standing in his shop when he could have gone anywhere in the world. Vic put one of his large hands on Jax’s shoulder and stepped up to stand next to his feisty brother. Vic might have missed the first statement about his boards, but he caught the question. “I take customer orders. Granted most of them are over the internet, but I can do it.” Then the man asked about designs on his boards. Vic looked over at the wall of boards and the varying colors of them. He shrugged, his hand still on Jax’s shoulder, “I don’t do design work. Mostly because I don’t have the skill for it. But my work sells well enough in the shops they’re in.” He wasn’t sure what this guy was getting at and it seemed Jax was going to play the role of protective little brother and ask.
Vic wasn’t one to fly into a rage like Jax was. He had always been more laid back and easy-going. But even he was going to get a little prickly if he felt his talent was being ridiculed. Vic made a fair amount of money and was pleased with the small business he had pulled together for himself. He wanted to hear the man out before he decided whether he was offended or not. Everyone should have a chance to explain themselves.
As soon as he got the last question out, Creed felt the atmosphere change drastically. The tatted man kind of got a little defensive and then asked for Creed to explain himself. So, as he reflected back on what he had said was when he realized that he had said his thoughts out loud previously. But before he could respond, the surfer came up putting his hands on his brother's shoulder and spoke to Creed. "Oh, my apologies, mates. I do not mean any offense. I seem to voice my thoughts out loud as I process things." He spoke sincerely, but directly as he looked between the two men and continued. "It was in no way to undermine your craftsmanship or even coloring. They are both bloody excellent, by the way. I know you do not need the confirmation or my opinion. I just dabble some in the arts. The coloring and carpentry lured me into thinking about designs. I guess you can say the entrepreneur in me seeped out some." He slightly smiled as he joked with the last part, trying to ease the atmosphere.
"Art is a hobby of mine. I find inspiration in random places for when I am drawing. I only thought that designs on the boards would look good with the craftsmanship. I apologize if it seemed rude, though that was never intended." He looked between the two men, showing a genuine apologetic smile and waited for them to say something or kick him out the shop. As he waited, Creed introduced himself. "My name is Creed. I seem to speak faster than my mind." He raised his hand and offered a handshake towards the surfer, verifying that he was the owner.
"Art is a hobby of mine. I find inspiration in random places for when I am drawing. I only thought that designs on the boards would look good with the craftsmanship. I apologize if it seemed rude, though that was never intended." He looked between the two men, showing a genuine apologetic smile and waited for them to say something or kick him out the shop. As he waited, Creed introduced himself. "My name is Creed. I seem to speak faster than my mind." He raised his hand and offered a handshake towards the surfer, verifying that he was the owner.
Victor could tell Jax was going to follow his lead on this interaction. Victor removed his hand from Jax’s shoulder, letting the man know all was fine. They were still shoulder to shoulder, but Vic didn’t feel like the hostility was going to continue. Victor listened to the man’s explanation, and it was understandable that he might have been thinking out loud and didn’t consider his words before he spoke.
The man was clearly British. Jax was a Scotsman through and through so there was natural distrust there. And Victor was an Aussie. Three very different cultures so they would all have to be a bit careful with their wording so not o offend the others. But Victor stepped forward and extended his hand to the Brit when he introduced himself. “Nice to meet ya, Creed. I’m Victor, Vic for short, and my brotha’s name is Jax.” When their hands connected, for once, Vic didn’t feel a difference in the temperature of their skin. Normally, his was warmer than most other people’s and it was a deviation he was interested in; but this wasn’t the time or the place to talk about such things. Vic released Creed’s hand and stepped back to stand by Jax again. Vic would wait if Jax decided to shake Creed’s hand as well.
Victor decided to address the art situation now that they had exchanged pleasantries. “Like I said, I’m not skilled in art. It took me months to get the color blending right.” Vic chuckled at himself, showing he didn’t take himself too seriously. “But, you are welcome to buy a board and try some designs,” he pointed to the line of surf boards on the wall. “Oh, except this one…” Victor left Jax’s side and went to stand next to a blue-green board. “My brotha had his eye on this one.” Victor turned and eyed the five other boards, “But any of those you are welcome to.” He pulled the board Jax had been staring at off the wall and carried it over to him. “See if she speaks to ya, mate,” he said as he handed Jax the board.
The man was clearly British. Jax was a Scotsman through and through so there was natural distrust there. And Victor was an Aussie. Three very different cultures so they would all have to be a bit careful with their wording so not o offend the others. But Victor stepped forward and extended his hand to the Brit when he introduced himself. “Nice to meet ya, Creed. I’m Victor, Vic for short, and my brotha’s name is Jax.” When their hands connected, for once, Vic didn’t feel a difference in the temperature of their skin. Normally, his was warmer than most other people’s and it was a deviation he was interested in; but this wasn’t the time or the place to talk about such things. Vic released Creed’s hand and stepped back to stand by Jax again. Vic would wait if Jax decided to shake Creed’s hand as well.
Victor decided to address the art situation now that they had exchanged pleasantries. “Like I said, I’m not skilled in art. It took me months to get the color blending right.” Vic chuckled at himself, showing he didn’t take himself too seriously. “But, you are welcome to buy a board and try some designs,” he pointed to the line of surf boards on the wall. “Oh, except this one…” Victor left Jax’s side and went to stand next to a blue-green board. “My brotha had his eye on this one.” Victor turned and eyed the five other boards, “But any of those you are welcome to.” He pulled the board Jax had been staring at off the wall and carried it over to him. “See if she speaks to ya, mate,” he said as he handed Jax the board.
At the question of whether or not Jax was Vic’s black spot, Jax could only smirk. “No, but you’ll be the first to know when I become one.” No, the truth was, this was Jax’s free time. He hadn’t had a true vacation in years, literally, so he was adjusting to it, but he was also enjoying it. The rarity of the time was impossible to ignore and Jax planned to spend his days drunk with his feet in the ocean…unless something interesting he could do popped up.
It was in the middle of this thought that the door opened, but as this was not his crew, or his home, Jax stayed quiet, waiting for Vic’s direction. The hand on his shoulder told Jax to wait, but it signified to his brain to wait for an order. However, Vic’s natural pleasant and sweet nature came through, and the situation was relaxed rather quickly. The Brit explained his side and his thoughts, and Jax looked at Vic to see if he had accepted it or not. Naturally, Vic, a nicer person than the rest of them, did accept it, and the moment moved on.
“Jax.” He offered his hand as he offered his name, but the tone had softened by several degrees. He also, if Creed did take his hand, would notice there wasn’t much difference in temperatures between them. There was even a small smile on his lips, but his focus would soon shift as Vic began speaking again. The two men spoke, and Jax only watched, at least until Vic went to get the board he had been eyeing. When it was brought over to him, Jax’s large hands took it, and moved along the edges as he smiled at his brother. “Oh, she speaks, my brother. She speaks. But does she swim is the big question.” And it was the answer Jax couldn’t wait to find out. However, he didn’t quite make motions to leave yet, because he was curious what else this…Creed may have yet to say about the artwork, and to his brother in general.
It was in the middle of this thought that the door opened, but as this was not his crew, or his home, Jax stayed quiet, waiting for Vic’s direction. The hand on his shoulder told Jax to wait, but it signified to his brain to wait for an order. However, Vic’s natural pleasant and sweet nature came through, and the situation was relaxed rather quickly. The Brit explained his side and his thoughts, and Jax looked at Vic to see if he had accepted it or not. Naturally, Vic, a nicer person than the rest of them, did accept it, and the moment moved on.
“Jax.” He offered his hand as he offered his name, but the tone had softened by several degrees. He also, if Creed did take his hand, would notice there wasn’t much difference in temperatures between them. There was even a small smile on his lips, but his focus would soon shift as Vic began speaking again. The two men spoke, and Jax only watched, at least until Vic went to get the board he had been eyeing. When it was brought over to him, Jax’s large hands took it, and moved along the edges as he smiled at his brother. “Oh, she speaks, my brother. She speaks. But does she swim is the big question.” And it was the answer Jax couldn’t wait to find out. However, he didn’t quite make motions to leave yet, because he was curious what else this…Creed may have yet to say about the artwork, and to his brother in general.
Creed felt the atmosphere smooth over after he explained everything. He finished shaking Vic's hand and said, "Nice to meet you, Vic." He noticed the temperature didn't drop when he shook hands with Vic and made mental note of it. He soon looked towards the tattooed man, as the latter introduced himself. Although Vic had introduced him to Creed, he still shook Jax's hand and replied, "Creed." He noticed Jax had the same temperature as himself and Vic, which made him even more curious but didn't say anything.
He soon let out a breath that he didn't realize he was holding as the atmosphere calmed. He looked towards Vic when the man spoke about him not being skilled in art, and the coloring took months, which made him smile slightly. Vic continued to tell him which boards were available and all were except the blue-green one, which was spoken for by Jax. "I'm not the best in art myself. Like I said, I just dabble in it a little bit. Mainly use it to relax." He spoke as he looked back over to the boards when Vic grabbed the one for Jax and saw the one that caught his attention when he saw it. "They are beautiful boards, mate. I am intrigued by the long board with the ombre colors of red, orange, and yellow. That's the one that speaks to me." He took his eyes off the board and looked back towards the men."I will take that one now, if that's alright with you?" He smiled and waited for the board he would hopefully be purchasing.
He soon let out a breath that he didn't realize he was holding as the atmosphere calmed. He looked towards Vic when the man spoke about him not being skilled in art, and the coloring took months, which made him smile slightly. Vic continued to tell him which boards were available and all were except the blue-green one, which was spoken for by Jax. "I'm not the best in art myself. Like I said, I just dabble in it a little bit. Mainly use it to relax." He spoke as he looked back over to the boards when Vic grabbed the one for Jax and saw the one that caught his attention when he saw it. "They are beautiful boards, mate. I am intrigued by the long board with the ombre colors of red, orange, and yellow. That's the one that speaks to me." He took his eyes off the board and looked back towards the men."I will take that one now, if that's alright with you?" He smiled and waited for the board he would hopefully be purchasing.
“Does she swim?” Vic looked at Jax almost offended at his question. “Swims better than you do when you go diving in the waters after mermaids.” Vic knew that was a low blow to Jax but he couldn’t resist. Does she swim? He shook his head and turned away from Jax while he analyzed the board in his hands.
Vic gave his attention back to Creed. “I wish I could say drawing relaxes me. It just stresses me out.” Vic walked over to the board Creed had chosen for himself. “It might not though if I wasn’t so horrible.” He laughed jokingly as he removed the board from the display on the wall and handed it to Creed.
Vic looked back at his wall of boards that now only held three boards. “Two gone in less than an hour,” he grinned and shook his head. “I need to get carving.” He looked back to Jax. “Think you can match me skill with a sander, matey? Or will your hands be too busy with the local girls?” Vic wasn’t sure how Jax was going to take that comment. If they were on board the ship, Jax would bust Vic in the mouth, but they were on land and in the company of the bloke neither of them knew so well.
Vic gave his attention back to Creed. “I wish I could say drawing relaxes me. It just stresses me out.” Vic walked over to the board Creed had chosen for himself. “It might not though if I wasn’t so horrible.” He laughed jokingly as he removed the board from the display on the wall and handed it to Creed.
Vic looked back at his wall of boards that now only held three boards. “Two gone in less than an hour,” he grinned and shook his head. “I need to get carving.” He looked back to Jax. “Think you can match me skill with a sander, matey? Or will your hands be too busy with the local girls?” Vic wasn’t sure how Jax was going to take that comment. If they were on board the ship, Jax would bust Vic in the mouth, but they were on land and in the company of the bloke neither of them knew so well.
Jax heard Vic’s comment, and literally had to bite back a response. It was so natural for him to crack a joke about Vic’s ex-wife,but before the comment even formed, it was stopped as he bit his tongue. He cleared his throat lightly, and continued examining the board. “Least the sea creatures wanna play with me.” Mostly in the form of trying to kill him, but his point remained.
He also shot Vic a small smile as he knew he had nearly offended the man, but it was the way they were, and at the end of the day, it was their way of love. He examined every inch of the board, mostly as a way to distract himself as he shamelessly listened in on the conversation around him. A short time later, Jax was looking up again with a raised eyebrow.
Out of habit, Jax’s body shifted to swing, because he was absolutely going to pop Vic in the mouth, but he quickly remembered Creed standing there, and he reigned that back in. He cleared his throat, and wiped a big hand over his mouth as he laid the board he wanted out of the way. “You’re gonna pay for that later, Axelrad.” It was a playful threat, but it was very real.
While Vic continued to speak to his customer, or even complete the purchase, Jax got busy at work. He had used a grinder before, and knew enough to know and have some basics down, at least enough to keep him busy until it was time to go and party.
He also shot Vic a small smile as he knew he had nearly offended the man, but it was the way they were, and at the end of the day, it was their way of love. He examined every inch of the board, mostly as a way to distract himself as he shamelessly listened in on the conversation around him. A short time later, Jax was looking up again with a raised eyebrow.
Out of habit, Jax’s body shifted to swing, because he was absolutely going to pop Vic in the mouth, but he quickly remembered Creed standing there, and he reigned that back in. He cleared his throat, and wiped a big hand over his mouth as he laid the board he wanted out of the way. “You’re gonna pay for that later, Axelrad.” It was a playful threat, but it was very real.
While Vic continued to speak to his customer, or even complete the purchase, Jax got busy at work. He had used a grinder before, and knew enough to know and have some basics down, at least enough to keep him busy until it was time to go and party.
After he was handed the board that had caught his eye. Creed had many ideas run through his mind about what he could draw on the board, knowing this would be a new change from his normal sketches. He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard bantering from the two men in the shop. He hadn't been really paying attention, so he was not sure what was said. He turned to Vic with the surf board still in his hand. "Thanks, mate. How much for the board?" He spoke and reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, getting ready to finalize the transaction. Unsure if Vic took cash or credit, though, had both, he waited and would pay accordingly. He soon spoke again. "I will definitely be purchasing this board. Just need to finish this transaction now that my creative juices have started flowing again." He gave a polite smile and proceeded to pay Vic what was needed if he was given the total.
He looked towards Jax briefly and noticed the man was holding back from what he wanted to say to Vic and smiled. "Just finishing up the purchase and I will be out of both of your hairs, mate" He chuckled softly but in a friendly way. He knew these guys did not know him, nor did he know them, but he could tell they were planning to do something and would leave soon enough. After he finished the purchase and had his receipt in hand, he looked back to Vic. "Thanks for the board. I think I will go back to my place and start on this. It was a pleasure to meet you chaps." He gave then both a nod and wave as he grabbed his new purchase and headed out of the shop, back towards his sister's boat to do his daily check and start drawing.
He looked towards Jax briefly and noticed the man was holding back from what he wanted to say to Vic and smiled. "Just finishing up the purchase and I will be out of both of your hairs, mate" He chuckled softly but in a friendly way. He knew these guys did not know him, nor did he know them, but he could tell they were planning to do something and would leave soon enough. After he finished the purchase and had his receipt in hand, he looked back to Vic. "Thanks for the board. I think I will go back to my place and start on this. It was a pleasure to meet you chaps." He gave then both a nod and wave as he grabbed his new purchase and headed out of the shop, back towards his sister's boat to do his daily check and start drawing.
Vic gave the board in Creed’s hands a look and offered the price. The purchase was made and Vic, ever ready to hit the waves offered, “Come by about six, if ya want. We can grab some waves and let ya test out your board.” He looked over at Jax, knowing he might want to go out sooner, but Vic would surf all day if he could. Before Creed could leave, Vic said, “Hey, I’m gonna light a bon fire tonight if ya wanna come by. It’ll be behind the shop on the beach.” Vic waved as Creed left and turned to Jax.
Vic puffed out his chest, looking annoyed at Jax in a playful way. “Wanna see if she swims?” Vic checked his watch. “I can close up for about half an hour.” The swells weren’t great at this time of day, but there would be a few worth riding. The choice was Jax.
Vic puffed out his chest, looking annoyed at Jax in a playful way. “Wanna see if she swims?” Vic checked his watch. “I can close up for about half an hour.” The swells weren’t great at this time of day, but there would be a few worth riding. The choice was Jax.
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