"Thanks alot Carter!! I was eating DUCK!.. Can you believe that?? DUCK!!
and it was in Mint sauce! Mint Sauce!! Then there was caviar.. and WHOLE
BOTTLES of champagne!! You screwed me out of first class!!" Dave grumbled
standing over him in the aeroport bathroom as Carter puked his brains out.
Carter sputtered, coughed and wiped his mouth. He looked up at Dave and sighed. "I.. I didn't mean to.. I'm sorry.. I had too much to drink.. I got carried away I guess.. Then that flight attendant was hot for me.. I know it.. She started-"
Carter swallowed, looking a little green before turning and puking all over the toilet and all over himself.
Benton winced walking from the stall and to the paper towels, grabbing several handfuls and helping Carter to his feet. "It's okay, man.. Come on.." He said softly, wiping the vomit from Carter's face and chin.
"It's okay man.." Benton murmured, as Carter choked on a heart-wrenching sob and he rifled through his over-night bag. "Get out of here Malucci.. See if Kovac and Ross aren't killing each other and have actually gotten us a car.. I am NOT walking to Zagreb.."
Dave glared at him and banged the door nearly off it's hinges as he went in search of Doug and Kovac. "I don't know why I came.. I really don't.." He muttered angrily to himself as he strode to the car rental kiosk.
Doug and Luka were arguing heatedly. As usual.. Dave thought petulantly as he watched them snipe back and forth. "Okay... THAT'S IT!!!!!!!!" He yelled at the top of his lungs..
Dave stomped over to Carol and grabbed her forcefully. Carol looked over at Doug, her eyes widening with surprise, but she didn't struggle. He leaned her against the counter and stuck his tongue down her throat. The kiss was warm.. It made her tingle, right down to her toes.. Carol nearly swooned. They were right about Italian men...
Once he was satisfied, Dave pulled away and glared at the two doctors. "THERE!! I kissed her.. Mark.. Get in there too... When Benton and Carter get out of the can, they can have a go as well.. Then we can get this shit over with!!"
"You little sheeit!" Luka growled, reddening. "I ought to-"
Doug glared at him and gave him a shove. "Ought to what buddy?? She's MY WIFE! If anyone's gonna kill him.. It's ME! Come here Malucci.."
Dave ducked, weaved and missed Doug's flying fists only to dodge a fist and smack head-on into a cement support column..
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It was a few hours till he came around on the laps of the women in a car that inconcievably was even smaller than Kovac's car had been.. Their knees up around their ears, Dave's head tucked snuggly against Elizabeth's breasts. He moaned, and breathed deep her smell of laundry detergent and skin cream.
Elizabeth squawked, dumping the resident on the car floor. "MALUCCI! WERE YOU SMELLING MY BREASTS!?"
"No'mam..." He mumbled fuzzily as the car lurched forward and a sickening gurgle chugged from the engine.
***
"Why didn't we get radiator fluid at the gas station, Mark??" Doug said acridly, staring at the smoking engine.
"Because.. We needed gas.. I got gas.. How was I supposed to know we needed radiator fluid?!" Mark whined.
"Maybe from that weird little blinking light that said RADIATOR!?" Doug yelled back.
Benton sighed heavily. "Well.. It looks like we're walking to Zagreb..
Guys.. Let's get the bags out of the back.. Start walking..."