Gunnar walked arm in arm with the beautiful bombshell Chloe, who he had met at Miss Emily-Renfroe's fine establishment, when an idea occurred to him.

"Oy, what do ya say we hit da beach today? I'll stop by a place on da way, pick up a couple of bottles. Find us a party this evening."

Ever since Chloe had so kindly...assisted...him in his healing process at Sunset Springs, they'd gotten rather close. Chloe turned her head and smirked at Gunnar, remembering the last time they'd shacked up with a bottle. She responded in a slight scottish and American accent that was clearly mocking Gunnars

"Aye, I believe that would be da bee's knee's me lad"

Although she loved the odd accent he had, she just couldn't help poking fun.

Gunnar spun Chloe around and tipped her back, letting a low rumble escape his throat in mock anger.

"Miss Jackson, me lass. Your boss will be getting quite da thank you package for letting me steal you away for the week"

With that the two of them entered Gunnars darling girl, his baby blue one of a kind Buick Y-Job, and sped off down the street, tires chirping.

They arrived at the beach off of lake washington around seven in the evening, a large party already brewing as the august heat began to cool. The beers were on ice, and the whiskey was pouring freely. The chatter of half drunk blue collar guys and gals substituted for any real music, but it was just as enthralling. Gunnar raised a bottle of the finest scotch whiskey seattle had to offer, hooting and hollering loud as his still damaged lung would allow.

"Whoooooop, gunnar is here me lads!"

As he shouted he pushed the bottle of Chloe's favorite wine under the seat. That was for the two of them, later.

 This was going to be one hell of a week

Honestly, Chloe couldn't remember the last time she'd been able to cut loose. Sure, she'd had a few nights out with Jen here and there, but for the most part, it had been all work. 

With a big grin, she looked up at Gunnar and tossed her blonde hair back behind her shoulder. 

"Let's go, then!" 

She opened the door and hopped out of the gorgeous car, wearing a short blue sundress over a matching bathing suit - just in case. 

Looking out ahead, she felt a moment of shyness. She was 24 years old and barely had any friends outside of work. What a great night this could be. She reached back and grabbed Gunnar's free hand to head to the beach. 

Before they knew it, the two of them were in a world of their own. Hours had passed and Gunnar, uncharacteristically had barely drank a drop of his beloved scotch. It was almost as though he was drunk just off of the night itself. He spun Chloe all over the beach to the tune of the crickets and the whoops of the crowd, until around Nine o'clock in the night. The heat had dissipated and the sky's were clear as crystal.  Gunnar had taken off his suit jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his button up, and Chloe's hand always seemed to make their way to the scars that covered his forearms. Gunnar cleared his throat before speaking "Oy, whaddaya say we get outta here? Crack open dat bottle of wine somewhere quiet." Chloe responded, voice a little hoarse. They hadn't stopped dancing for much, afterall. "Yes, i believe that's a great idea" The two of them exchanged a quick smile before heading for Gunnars Buick.

Once to the car, Gunnar opened the door for his....should he consider this a date? Could he? They had never really spoken of it. Perhaps it was better not to. He walked around a entered the driver seat, but before he could so much as turn the ignition over he caught a glint in his rearview mirror. "Get down!"  Startled by his outburst, Chloe merely stared in his direction, forcing Gunnar to grab hold of the back of her neck and force her down. Not even a second after doing so a twelve gauge slug ripped through the windshield, shattering it. Usually Gunnar would step out and feed this bushwackers scattergun back to him, but taking a look at the girl in the passenger seat he thought better, instead cranking the engine over. Once the motor roared to life his foot planted itself to the floor board, spitting sand out from underneath his tires.

Chloe held her arms over her head as she kept herself ducked down in the floor board. 

"Gunnar! What's happening?!" 

Mostly she just wanted to know that he was alright. The car lurched forward, and she peeked up, clutching the seat. He looked focused as he guided the car along, but she noticed a glint in his eye, as if he lived off sudden rushes of adrenaline like this.