“Mike Krakowski , meet Ms Murielle MacLaine.”
As Drogat makes the introductions You rub your eyes making sure you aren’t just seeing things. Standing in front of you is a 20 something year old woman with long curly dirty blonde hair , terracotta skin , sea foam green eyes and a killer bod.
Ms. MacLaine waves her hand in front of your face trying to get your attention.
“You ok there mike ? You’ve been standing there looking at me for a solid ten seconds.”
Your face turns bright red with embarrassment.
“Y…yeah I’m fine.”
Drogat explains that you will be helping Ms. MacLaine with repairs and cleaning today.
As drogat leaves, you try your best to keep your cool around Ms. MacLaine, a task easier said than done.
Switch perspectives:
You are Murielle MacLaine.
You smile.
“Alright Mike , today we will be cleaning and reassembling the camps hunting shotguns.”
Mike perks up.
“ guns? Like real guns?”
You try your best not to chuckle at the question.”
“(Recompose yourself ) …yes mike real guns.”
You handle Mike a plastic bin filled with rags, a bottle of gun oil, a cleaning rod for a 12 gauge and cleaning mat.
“Here’s your first project.”
You hand mike a disassembled Stevens 320 shotgun.
Mike begins to sweat nervously.
“I… um… well…”
You raise an eyebrow.
“You do know how to clean a gun…right?”
Mike shakes his head.
You sigh.
“ can you follow written instructions with visual aids ?”
Mike looks really embarrassed.
You have to remind yourself that he’s probably just really sheltered, and try your best not to cast judgement too harshly.
“Ok. Everyone has to start somewhere. All the shotguns are the same model , so I’ll walk
You through the process on the first one and then you can do it on your own.-“
You are interrupted by a sweet little voice.
“Mum-mum!”
You look down to see a familiar burgundy and beige fluffy.
You smile and start speaking in an adoring manner.
“O my goodness it’s GUSTAV!”
Mike looks as though he’s using every ounce of restraint he has to not hurt Gustav.
Your expression becomes very serious as does your tone.
“Mike you better not be thinking about hurting my fluffy.”
Mike caught off guard by your sudden shift in tone, starts tripping on his own words.
“What?….no I didn’t… I mean umm ….”
You meet mikes eyes with your scornful gaze.
“Because if anything happens to Gustav…. I will inflict equal or greater injuries upon the offender.”
Mike chuckles nervously.
You tilt your head curiously while maintaining eye contact.
“Don’t know why you’re laughing, This is a serious matter. I’ll do it Mike , I’ll pillow a mother fucker. (Leans in) we’ll go full nuggiefication up in this bitch.”
Mikes eyes get wide as saucers.
“(Nervous laughter) good thing i love Gustav….”
You have yet to break eye contact.
“Pet him.”
Mike nervously reaches over and gently pets Gustav.
Gustav snuggles up to Mikes hand.
“S…see? Gustav and I are… best buddies.”
Your expression changes back to one of happiness.
“Good to know we won’t be having any issues moving forward.”
You begin to show mike the process of clearing and reassembling the shotgun as well as how to identify any parts that need replacing or readjusting .
After you are sufficiently satisfied with mikes ability to complete the task unassisted, you give him a number of shotguns to work on.
A few hours later mike has finished his share of the work.
You inspect mikes handy work.
“Excellent! Thank you Mike for all your help.”
You and mike clean up the work area.
“Hey Mike!”
Mike nervously answer’s.
“Y…yes Murielle?”
You smile.
“Next time I’ll see if we can work on some pistols and rifles …. Maybe we could even take them to the range for some testing?”
Mikes face lights up .
“Y…yeah! I’d like that.”
If you need a break, take it. There’s no point in turning your relaxation into work. 