“Shut the flare up!” Ann yelled to Steph as Flynn entered the common area.
“Swear to the stars,” Steph held up splayed fingers to the heavens.
Flynn went straight to the meal prep area, and started brewing some coffee.
“I am so glad I never tried to become a marine,” Ann laughed.
“But then you miss out on all these stories.”
“I’m fine with that. Hey, you got any stories about our fearless leader, there? Maybe something embarrassing from his younger days?”
“First hand, no. I’m afraid I didn’t meet the Captain until just before he made rank. I have heard some stories from back in the day, though. Major Bakshi had a few stories.
On hearing the name, Flynn fumbled the can of coffee grounds, dropping it loudly to bounce off the counter and onto the deck, narrowly missing Flynn’s stockinged feet.
“Bakshi?” Flynn said. “Lt. Thana Bakshi?”
Steph nodded, grinning. “I believe that was her rank when you two served together.”
“Oh, I can’t wait to hear this. He’s nervous just at hearing the name.”
Flare me, this is going to be bad.