Re: Landing/Recovery: UES Macross
At the insistence of the alarm, Douglas sits up groggily in the bunk. Rubbing the sleep from his face, he is surprised when he looks up blearily to see a pretty asian woman half dressed in Marine cammies. So, that actually happened? It wasn't a drunken hallucination?
"Which time do you think is the hallucination, sir?" There is a mischievous smirk on her face. "If you hadn't saved our asses out there, I might almost feel insulted." She sits down in the desk chair to pull on her boots.
He stands up, the blanket falling away. Corporal... um, Cunningham is it? Do you know any good hangover cures?
"Yessir. Corporal Teruka Cunningham," she as she looks up, eyeing him with a smile. "I can think of a good one, but we don't have time. I'm running late for muster." With her boots tied STRAC, she stands and grabs her cammie blouse and cover. "I suggest some rigorous PT, a shower, and a good breakfast, sir. Or as close to it as you can get right now." She moves and kisses him on the cheek, then to the door. "Mixing your drinks and eating before drinking help, too."
He finds his own clothing and begins to get dressed. Thanks, corporal. I have never been drunk before.
She peeks out the door. "Then perhaps we should do away with the drinking, next time, sir. Or, am I going to have to get you drunk every time?"
She smiles and winks at him before disappearing into the hall.
He sits forseveral moments, rubbing some feeling into his face before he realizes what the Marine corporal had said as she left. What have I done? He smiles, and chuckles, then looks up. Seeing a photo of his parents on the night stand, he reaches over to lay it down to hide them from view. He had been lucky enough to find most of his belongings during one of the rescue sorties. He retrieved his military duffel, his rucksack, and his gymbag. However, he could not find his hardcase containing his competition rifle, or his fencing kit and epee.
Wearing underwear and t-shirt, he stands up, weaving a moment as his balance centers catch up with him. He decides to go through a series of push-ups, sit-ups, and jumping jacks, hoping to metabolize more of the alcohol before he hits the head and the shower.
Thirty minutes later, he finishes putting on a cleaner flightsuit and his boots. His eyes look a little less bleary as he rubs the short stubble on his face, deciding a second day without shaving should not get him into trouble, unxder the circumstances. Soon, he is carrying his helmet and gloves, and wearing his web-belt and holster while on his way to find breakfast and coffee before heading for the squad room.
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