The first heavy drop plopped onto her nose.  The second hit her square on the top of her head.  Despite those two hints that something<i>big</i>was about to happen, Claire refused to believe that the sky was about to open up until it actually did.  "Jesus fucking Christ, you have<i>got</i>to be kidding me!" she shrieked to the heavens.<br/><br/>There was no telling how long a storm like this was going to last and with the deluge pouring from the sky, there was no telling how long it would take her ride to get to the marina.  There was only one place to go.<br/><br/>By the time she reached his boat, she was soaked to the bone.  Her clothes were glued to her body and her skin was covered in goosebumps.  He looked so smug sitting in his chair with his beer in his hand, dry.  She scowled.  Somehow it was all his fault that it was raining cats and dogs.<br/><br/>"Do you have a towel or something?" she demanded.  Not even waiting for an answer or for an offer to come inside to dry off, she opened the door and let herself in.<br/><br/>Her nose wrinkled at the stale beer smell of the place.  He needed to air the place out or buy an air freshener.  Maybe light a candle or something.  Although to be honest, at this moment, that really didn't matter.  What did matter was the desire to get out of her wet clothes.  Without even thinking twice, Claire peeled her sopping wet sweater off and draped it over the back of a nearby chair.  Her boots and jeans followed next, a little shimmy of her hips helping to ease the wet denim over her hips.  Those she left in a pile on the floor.<br/><br/>"Towel?  Something I can use to dry off?"  She called out again.  "Don't be that much of an ass, okay?"