again, for that lovely announcement,” Maj. Maxwell said, suppressing his own amusement while Jett took his seat. “Looks like next week, I’ll have to separate our dynamic duo Garrett and Post-or at the very least pit them against each other to see who’s truly the best.”
Sydney and Trenese’s smiles disappeared as the women quickly gave each other accessing glances.
Jett noted their reaction to Maj. Maxwell’s announcement and felt the first real smile he’d had in days slope his mouth. At this point he didn’t care who beat Captain Garrett as long as someone did.
“Before I let you fine officers go for the weekend, I have yet another speech I advise you keep at the front of your minds.” Maj. Maxwell’s shoulders swelled to the size of mountains, the way they usually do when a speech was more in the vein of a lecture.
“For the majority of you who are not from our great city of Las Vegas, I’m sure the vices and the temptations the city offers doesn’t come as any great shock. One thing you must not believe is ‘whatever happens in Las Vegas stays in Las Vegas’. Whatever misconduct you find yourselves in will become a part of your permanent record and will guarantee you a trip out of this squadron.” Maj. Maxwell let his words hang in the air as he took his time to meet a few gazes head on—Jett’s included. “You represent our fine country whether you’re in or out of uniform. Do I make myself clear?”
“Sir, yes, sir.”
“Dismissed.”
Jett bolted out of his chair. He gave no thought to lingering behind and ogling Serious and her partner. He was over that madness. With the weekend laid out before him, he had every intention of enjoying some of Las Vegas’s vices and temptations. Surely the city’s renowned bevy of beauties knew all the tricks of the trade to get Captain Garrett out his system for once and for all.
At least he hoped so.
Sydney watched Jett bolt out of the classroom and wondered about the tide of disappointment crashing within her. Given the short amount of time she’d known Lt. Colton, it didn’t make sense to actually miss his attention, his arrogance—or his smile.
“So what do you have planned this weekend?” Niecy asked.
Saved from her own troubled thoughts, Sydney replied with a shrug of her shoulders before she stood from her chair.
“You are planning on hitting one of the strips, aren’t you?”
Here comes the part when her new friend finds out how boring and uncool she was. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just make it a blockbuster night.” Sydney headed for the door.
Niecy stayed on her heels. “You’re joking, right? Our first weekend in Vegas-?”
“Sorry, but I’m not really the party girl type.”
Sydney had marched out the classroom and half way down the hallway before Niecy finally had a comeback.
“Well, you don’t have to be a party girl just to go out for a few drinks and check out the new models rolling out of the peanut gallery.”
“Thanks, but no thanks.” Sydney forced a laugh. She didn’t drink, couldn’t dance, and positively didn’t know how to interact with the opposite sex-meaning flirting, teasing, or talking about meaningless topics until she allowed them to drop chow and pawed each other until the wee hours of the morning.
“Okay, I’m starting to think your call sign should be “Serious”, too. C’mon, let’s go out, let our hair down and act like cheap whores.”
Sydney tossed an inquiring glance over her shoulder. “Act?”
Niecy’s handsome features darkened while a wicked grin across her thick lips.
This time Sydney’s laugh was genuine. “No, thank you.”
“All right...but I bet you Jett is going to be out on the prowl tonight.”
The announcement threw Sydney’s confident gait off for a moment, but she recovered quickly and hoped above all things that Niecy hadn’t noticed. “I could care less what Lt. Colton does or doesn’t do with his weekend.”
Niecy’s hearty laugh
Sydney and Trenese’s smiles disappeared as the women quickly gave each other accessing glances.
Jett noted their reaction to Maj. Maxwell’s announcement and felt the first real smile he’d had in days slope his mouth. At this point he didn’t care who beat Captain Garrett as long as someone did.
“Before I let you fine officers go for the weekend, I have yet another speech I advise you keep at the front of your minds.” Maj. Maxwell’s shoulders swelled to the size of mountains, the way they usually do when a speech was more in the vein of a lecture.
“For the majority of you who are not from our great city of Las Vegas, I’m sure the vices and the temptations the city offers doesn’t come as any great shock. One thing you must not believe is ‘whatever happens in Las Vegas stays in Las Vegas’. Whatever misconduct you find yourselves in will become a part of your permanent record and will guarantee you a trip out of this squadron.” Maj. Maxwell let his words hang in the air as he took his time to meet a few gazes head on—Jett’s included. “You represent our fine country whether you’re in or out of uniform. Do I make myself clear?”
“Sir, yes, sir.”
“Dismissed.”
Jett bolted out of his chair. He gave no thought to lingering behind and ogling Serious and her partner. He was over that madness. With the weekend laid out before him, he had every intention of enjoying some of Las Vegas’s vices and temptations. Surely the city’s renowned bevy of beauties knew all the tricks of the trade to get Captain Garrett out his system for once and for all.
At least he hoped so.
Sydney watched Jett bolt out of the classroom and wondered about the tide of disappointment crashing within her. Given the short amount of time she’d known Lt. Colton, it didn’t make sense to actually miss his attention, his arrogance—or his smile.
“So what do you have planned this weekend?” Niecy asked.
Saved from her own troubled thoughts, Sydney replied with a shrug of her shoulders before she stood from her chair.
“You are planning on hitting one of the strips, aren’t you?”
Here comes the part when her new friend finds out how boring and uncool she was. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just make it a blockbuster night.” Sydney headed for the door.
Niecy stayed on her heels. “You’re joking, right? Our first weekend in Vegas-?”
“Sorry, but I’m not really the party girl type.”
Sydney had marched out the classroom and half way down the hallway before Niecy finally had a comeback.
“Well, you don’t have to be a party girl just to go out for a few drinks and check out the new models rolling out of the peanut gallery.”
“Thanks, but no thanks.” Sydney forced a laugh. She didn’t drink, couldn’t dance, and positively didn’t know how to interact with the opposite sex-meaning flirting, teasing, or talking about meaningless topics until she allowed them to drop chow and pawed each other until the wee hours of the morning.
“Okay, I’m starting to think your call sign should be “Serious”, too. C’mon, let’s go out, let our hair down and act like cheap whores.”
Sydney tossed an inquiring glance over her shoulder. “Act?”
Niecy’s handsome features darkened while a wicked grin across her thick lips.
This time Sydney’s laugh was genuine. “No, thank you.”
“All right...but I bet you Jett is going to be out on the prowl tonight.”
The announcement threw Sydney’s confident gait off for a moment, but she recovered quickly and hoped above all things that Niecy hadn’t noticed. “I could care less what Lt. Colton does or doesn’t do with his weekend.”
Niecy’s hearty laugh
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