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.