Bit of a looooonger one fooooor you!
he heeee
7: Jocelyn
"I am sooooo looking forward to having a drink!" Claire grinned.
"It's a pub, not a club so calm your ass," Hannah shook her head with a light smile.
"Yeah, but the so called 'pub' has been made by Americans, so it'll probably be more like a bar rather than a traditional, local pub," The blonde stated while the brunette gave a one shouldered shrug and nod of agreement.
"Suppose,"
"And you never said!" Claire suddenly chirped, wrapping her hair in a towel.
"Said what?" Hannah perked with confusion and a small amount of alarm.
"Who called last night?" The bubbly blue-eyed woman stared at her friend eagerly.
"Just some welcoming phone call, saying they had wired the apartment block up with phones just like in a hotel, we can call other rooms in the block, but nothing outside," She finished with a bored shrug.
"Yeah, but why would they call to tell you that? There's a bloody leaflet right next to the phone stating all that crap!" Claire huffed in irritation.
"Obviously they had nothing else to do and thought we wouldn't read it!" Hannah quickly covered; she did not want Claire on her case if she knew a certain Sergeant had given their room a call.
000
"Ok you can have the tall one, the one with the huge arms is mine," Claire grinned from where she sat on a cushioned bench peering across the table and towards the bar where two off duty US soldiers stood, each holding a glass bottle.
Hannah had been busy looking around the place, it indeed was more like a bar than a pub, the benched seats along the walls and benched booths where of black leather and cushioned, the tables where darkly varnished and the few rounded high tables had high, padded leather topped stools to go. The floor was darkly tiled, obviously easier to hide drunken grime that was to come and the bar was long and lit up with spot lights as was the rest of the place while behind the bar was a mirrored wall with the various drinks, all illuminated with a florescent light hidden in the ceiling.
Shrugging her jean jacket off and exposing her long black tank top with a few red roses spaced about, she too looked across to the bar with curiosity, no other tables disrupting her sight, as it was the entrance space of the bar.
"What, I get stretch, who, not being mean, looks like a proper perv and you get the knuckle dragger with arms so big they make him look like a gorilla?" Hannah's brows shot up into an unimpressed look, which she directed at her friend.
"I ain't fussy, plus he's still good looking," The blonde grinned.
"Right, so… how does this whole bar thing work? We have no money," Hannah stated dully.
"Oh, don't worry, I read up on this one! You have a weekly allowance, and you just give them the room card and done! Sorta like with the food!" She grinned with a nod.
"Oh…ok then," Hannah gave a small shrug.
"What you having?"
"Shall we just get a bottle in?" Claire suggested which got a nod from her friend.
"Sure, rosé?"
"Yup, sounds good," Claire nodded while Hannah stood, taking the card out of her bag and striding towards the bar, her out fit was casual, but not too much, consisting of jean shorts, the dark floral print tank top and gold, gladiator wedged sandals with a long gold necklace with a small rose to match.
000
"Whey! Gents check those legs out!" a man with a cunning grin cheered, slinging his arms around both his mates necks, the two men sat on stools at the bar paused their conversation to take in the slightly drunken third party,
"Too bad you're taken Flynn and sorry Doyle, but I call dibs!" He grinned.
"I'm a happy man!" The dark skinned pilot stated turning from the man and taking a drink from his bottle.
With slow swig from his own bottle Doyle turned slyly, looking casual as he stole a glance, suddenly taking a small but sharp intake as he spotted the familiar dark haired woman, instantly turning away with a sputter as he nearly choked himself on his drink and quickly probed his elbow up on the bar, clamping a hand over his mouth to stifle a few coughs before using his hand as a wall to hide behind.
"You ok there Serge?" The light haired soldier grinned.
000
"Would you like any glasses?" The bar tender questioned after handing her card back and placing the bottle on the bar.
"No just a straw please," Hannah smiled sweetly, soaking up the shocked look on the man's face.
"I was joking! Just two glasses," She shook her head lightly, so it wasn't obvious she was shearing?
"Ta!" She chirped once the glasses where given and picked up the items and headed back to the table.
Standing at the table she set the glasses out and placed the bottle down, allowing Claire to get her hands on it while she leaned across the table to get her bag and slipped the card away.
"Hey, Hannah! Come here!" Claire waved her over with a cheeky grin.
"What?" Hannah placed her hands on the table as she bent closer to hear Claire's whisper.
"I think you've managed to grab a bit of attention," The blonde giggled.
"What do you mean?" She frowned.
"Well, I think the men like staring at you while your wearing shorts and bending over a table!" Claire beamed while Hannah instantly snapped up strait and spun around, furiously tugging down at her tank top in utter embarrassment before slipping back onto the bench.
"You could have told me sooner!" the brunette grumbled, keeping her head down, not wanting to catch anyone's eyes.
"Why! I like guy's attention!" The blonde laughed, pouring out the glasses.
"I don't!" She shot back before quickly grabbing the glass and taking a large gulp.
000
It was only too normal for men to stare, and Doyle had happily joined, inspecting the length of her legs and pertness of her jean clad backside, the heels she wore only helping to add to the length and taunt her muscles.
"Too bad you missed that one bud," Doyle received a pat on the shoulder and slowly turned from the shying brunette to take in the man that called dibs.
"She'll turn you down Carter," The sniper stated, taking a carefree swig of his drink, minus the choking this time.
"She's a shy one, but I'll get her," The light haired Carter nodded.
000
"Ladies?" A man nodded, causing the chatting girls to turn from their conversation to take in the sudden third party.
"I'm Corporal Mark Carter," A confident grin turned up on his face.
"Mind if I join you?"
The friends exchanged quick looks before deciding, Hannah giving a shrug and Claire giving a nod.
000
"Well, He's in there now," The pilot commented with a shrug.
"No, he'll get shot down," The sniper assured, watching closely to the actions, emotion and body language he could see.
"What makes you so sure?" Flynn raised a brow at his best friend.
"She's already turned her body away from him," The marksman gave a grin looking over at Carter as he talked over the dark haired woman's shoulder seeing as she was sitting more facing her friend and blocking him out.
000
Hannah presses her lips together as she looked down at her drink with keen interest, not meaning to be rude, but she had zoned out of the conversation long ago, it was the constant slurred talk about him self that caused her to shut down. I did this once, now I do this, I'm a part of that, my team, my rank… I, me, my, that's all she heard.
Crossing an arm over her chest and lightly curling her fingers around her upper arm she brought the wine glass in her right hand up to her lips and took a slip, slowly slipping back against the seat, almost looking like a bored, sulking child.
"I'm just gunnu pop to the ladies!" Claire suddenly grinned like a manic and Hannah instantly heard that, causing her to sit bolt upright and hover on the edge of the seat, stiffening at the realisation she was being left behind with the drunken weirdo.
He wasn't bad looking; in fact he was quite attractive, it was just the fact he was acting weird and talked only of him self, it made him very dull and flat.
Sitting awkwardly on the edge of the seat as few minutes passed, Hannah scoured the room with a helpless look on her face.
"So, I never got your name?" The light haired Mark Carter grinned, slinging an arm around the back of the bench behind Hannah, causing her to scoot that extra inch away.
"Jocelyn," She gave a sarcastic smile as she shot the name towards him and instantly turned back to her drink, if she drank more she wouldn't have to talk as much.
"Beautiful, just like you," He whispered lazily, leaning towards her ear but misjudging the short distance and speed he should travel at, only succeeding in bumping his chest into her shoulder, knocking her arm forwards and sloshing her wine out of the glass and over her hand, the liquid running down her arm and dripping on her leg.
With a groan she set the drink down and shook her arm of the excess before brushing her dry hand over her legs and holding the other arm out helplessly as the drink started to dry and become sticky.
"Thanks," She muttered, pulling a face of disinterest.
Suddenly there was a hand on her back, dropping from the middle and travelling down lower, rather slowly. She instantly froze, her eyes wide as she hoped her sudden statue like body language was a clear hint to stop.
But he didn't.
"Your very touchy feely aren't you?" She then spoke up, raising her brows and shooting him an unimpressed look.
"No I'm not," He smiled, his hand trying to curl under her bum for a grope.
"Um yes you are," She corrected.
"It's not like I'm groping you?" He shrugged.
"No, but your still very touchy feely!" She tried again, her face pulling in irritation.
"Can I kiss you?"
That question came like a slap to the face as she calmly pushed his wandering hand away and scooted away as she thought of an answer.
She should probably save herself the trouble now and just say, 'eh fuck off no!' short and sweet, plain and simple, gets the point across.
But she wasn't that brave or mean.
"Why?" She tried to stall taking a panicked look around, frantically searching for an escape.
"Because I think you're beautiful," He grinned.
"Well…you don't really need a kiss do you?" Hannah raised a brow towards him like he was a kid asking for an extra cookie.
At this he was stunned and gawped for a second, trying to come up with a witty come back and truth be told if this was a club, he talked less about him self …well less altogether and Hannah was absolutely smashed, to the point she'd be feeling it like hell the next day… then perhaps he'd get a snog… but, none of these factors where standing, and she wasn't a slut so, he got no where.
"Carter, I think you should go rest up, you have an early shift tomorrow," Both Carter and Hannah looked up to see who was talking and there he stood, in his issued combats and a nicely tight, black muscle top his arms folded and one brow raised towards the drunk Corporal.
"Hey Doyle! Jocelyn and me where just getting to know each other! Right?" The man grinned, slinging an arm around her shoulders and tugging her into him sharply getting a small surprised squeak from the brunette.
With a light frown Doyle slowly turned his gaze to the woman as she pushed away from Carter and shuffled further in her seat slightly.
"Jocelyn?" He gave a questioning frown and instantly Hannah's lips twitched up into smile, one she desperately tried so stop, even bowing her head and using her hair to hide her grin.
With a flash of a grin, Doyle then turned to Carter with a sudden authority and tried a new approach.
"Carter move your fucking ass out, get sober and get ready for your new station, that's an order, don't move and I'll drag you out,"
The man was on his feet with a scowl and sloppy salute, he then stepped around the table and paused in front of his Sergeant, quickly realising his higher commander wasn't going to step aside for him so bowed his head and squeezed past.
Hannah, now composed looked up almost expectantly waiting as the sniper turned his attention back to her once Carter was out of sight.
There was a brief pause with an intense eye contact that unnerved the young woman, causing her to look down before giving a smile and quickly stating.
"That's not my name, by the way," She gave a cheeky grin, thinking it better she clearly stated that.
"Care to share with me what it is?" Doyle raised a brow, an amused look lighting his face.
"Nah! I'm too selfish," She grinned, turning away from him to look at her glass of wine and take a sip.
Don't worry my luvlys
they'll be getting more friendly soon he he
:D