Well, hello, March.
Thank you for dumping like seven inches of snow on me. :D
Seriously, I have
to remember I was wearing flip flops and shorts in October so I don't get all
crazy about having snow in March. LOL
Some great TV this
week. I'm rather sad I have to wait almost a whole month for new The Flash and
Arrow episodes. Oh well, teaches me the value of patience, right? Banshee and
Bitten had great episodes. So happy for a satisfying end to one of the
characters on Banshee, which tied in nicely with the satisfying end to one of
the characters on Bitten last week. Yes, I have a bloodthirsty streak
sometimes. :D
To counter the death
toll, let's see if The Walking Dead manages to keep everyone alive again this
week. LOL
Tonight's post is
from Night Watch, a novella where my main characters pull babysitting detail…
and aren't happy about it.
Here's the tagline:
Aisley Diehl and Thad Saunders pull a shift of night watch on
the hangar deck. They're tasked with keeping their junior pilots from being
drunk and disorderly when they'd much rather be spending the evening doing
something more enjoyable—under the covers.
And the sneaky peek…
Aisley grumbled. "Why do you
and I have to stand night watch on the hangar deck?" She had so many
better things to do. Like sleep. Or have sex. With Thad.
Thad snorted. "You know why,
Aisley. Too many pilots getting drunk and being disorderly." He made the
turn ahead of her and started down the corridor to the hangar.
Aisley sighed. "Why do the
stupid morons always come down here when they've got three gyms, two rec rooms,
or hell, the obs deck?"
Thad glanced over his shoulder.
"You're joking, right? I know for a fact, you've had your fair share of
tipsy tirades on a hangar deck. I mean, seriously? I was there for at least two
of them."
Aisley flushed, hating how
accurately Thad called her on her bullshit. "Yeah, well, who knew I'd
start a trend." Her lips twitched. "And you weren't just there, you
participated."
Thad smirked. "You have
absolutely zero proof I ever partook in any of your shenanigans." Of
course she didn't. The man never got busted for anything.
Thad crossed the threshold into
the hangar area and stopped short. "Would you look at this." He
jerked his head toward the row of neatly aligned space crafts. "Hambone
never fails to take an opportunity to show his lack of intelligence."
Aisley's lips curved. Hampton
Bonais aka Hambone teetered on the nose of his bird. He blinked when he caught
sight of his superior officers, probably trying to focus enough to see less
than two each of them.
Aisley brushed past Thad and
crossed her arms over her chest. "Dammit, Hambone. If you're determined to
be an ass, why not prove it. Jump off."
Thad strode forward and elbowed
her. "Shut up, Aisley. You're not helping."
She snorted, planting her hands
on her hips. "No. I'm not gonna shut up." She got a little nasty.
"If our pilots want to be stupid and get some down time, they can have it
in sickbay instead of in hack." She lifted a shoulder. "The brig
should be reserved for people who actually deserve it and respect the reasons
for wanting to be there." She shot Thad a sideways glance, daring him to
counter her statement.
Thad sighed. "I'd really like
to argue your logic… but I can't." He waited a beat. "Especially
since you spend a good amount of time in hack."
Aisley smirked. "Thought
you'd see things my way."
A loud clearing of a throat
sounded from the end of the bird.
Aisley and Thad each snapped.
"What?"
Hambone tilted his head sideways
made a random observation. "Um, well, it's fascinating really… you two
fight and argue like a married couple… except you're not married." He
paused and narrowed his eyes. "You're not, are you?" He weaved
sideways. "Um… that jumping off thing… might not be a bad idea." His
arms shot out, tilting back and forth to keep his balance. "The hangar
deck isn't spinning, is it?"
Aisley huffed out a frustrated
breath and she grabbed a set of stairs, rolling them to the end of the plane.
"Get your sorry ass down off that bird, Hambone."
Thad helped keep the steps steady
when Hampton started his descent. He missed the last two, slipping off the edge
and landing in a heap on the deck. He bent over, his mouth open, a hand on his
stomach.
Aisley stooped down, grabbing the
junior pilot by the shoulders. "I swear to whatever is holy in your
universe, if you heave on the chief's nice, clean hangar deck, I'll make sure
you do nothing but maintenance shifts for a month."
Hambone's eyes widened and he shook
his head. "No, no. I'm okay. Just landed a little hard, that's all."
Aisley backed off, but grinned.
Threatening a pilot with deck detail always worked. Thad grabbed Hampton by the
forearm and helped him get to his feet.
Hambone nodded.
"Thanks." He cocked his head to one side. "You never answered.
You're not married, are you?"
Aisley made a low growling sound.
"Thad, make sure he gets back to quarters. If I don't leave now, I'll end
up in the brig again." Spinning around, she left Thad to deal with the
inebriated pilot.
This one is so much
fun. I love Aisley. :D
That's it for this
week. Catch everyone on the flip.
ML Skye
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