After a massive Hiatus I return with more drabblies of Cindy's lives through out the multiverse.
New set out for chapter titles cause I'm tired of the old ones... for now
These two drabblies where inspired by virtual stamps I saw on DA.
"I drink from the carton when you're not looking"
Cindy shuffled into the kitchen clad only in her lover's over sized red shirt; said lover sat at the table, his blue eyes watching her as she made her way to the fridge.
Cindy glanced at him as she grabbed a carton of orange juice from the fridge.
"Morning Jimmy," She smiled at him happily, he smiled back.
"Morning Cindy," Cindy went to take a sip of juice from the carton only to be stopped by Jimmy's voice, "Cindy, use a glass please."
With a roll of her eyes Cindy grabbed a glass from the nearby cabinet and filed it with juice; she smirked, noticing Jimmy's gaze had dropped back to the papers in front of him, and took a swig from the carton before putting back in the fridge.
Jimmy spent the rest of the day trying to figure out why his girlfriend was grinning so much.
"Ask me how I tolerate stupid questions."
Commander Cindy Vortex stood at the front of the class room trying to recall how she had been dragged into this.
'Surely,' she thought, 'there's someone better equipped to teach second year cadets.' She was sure she could handle most of the cadets just fine, cadet Hendrics however... she'd been warned about him. No one had had to warn a teaching officer since she was a cadet and she taken a fighter jet out for a joyride.
All the other instructors had mentioned about Hendrics' tendency to ask intentionally stupid questions, to act up and be a bit of a class clown, Cindy thankfully knew how to deal with those.
"Alright class, I'm commander Vortex, I'll be instructing you in piloting techniques used in battle situations," Cindy wasn't going to let Hendrics' get away with his shenanigans, not in her class.
"But before we start, feel free to ask me how I tolerate stupid questions." Well maybe she'd let him ask one stupid question.
Admiral Anderson and Admiral Paris were speaking quietly as they strode along the corridors of Star-Scape Academy. They both jumped in fright when a loud noise issued from the room they had just past: room 839 'fighter piloting 101.'
"I had heard a rumour Commander Vortex was teaching this year."
