Chapter Five *
Monica hoped that Adam wasn't offended. She didn't want to lose her
bearing on him without warning him first. It was going to take all the
military discipline in her to remember to separate the two.
She was running mousse through her hair as she heard Jason bust through the
door,
"Dude, this place is booked. Some conference or something."
"We'll check with Matt and Jeff when we meet up with them. I saw Matt
downstairs and he brought his girlfriend, Kirsten with him. They are all
going out, so I told them we'd join them, is that ok?"
"Moni are you up for going out?" Adam was worried that she might not feel
like it and could have shot Jay for not asking first. Hiding the fact that
she was flattered by the little nickname Adam had given her she replied,
"Sure it sounds like fun. Anything other than moping is good to go."
Relieved Adam started to joke with her.
"Well are you going to stop being a typical woman and come out of there so
the rest of us can clean up?" He was unprepared for what greeted him next.
Monica came out in a figure flattering pair of jeans, a black satin short
sleeve button down shirt, with her hair down. She had a headband holding
her thick light brown tresses back out of her face, but there were just
curls everywhere! Adam couldn't believe his eyes. Jason even stopped to
stare a moment.
"Yeah I definitely like that better than the earlier get up eh." Jason
looked at Adam and he was dumbfounded. It figures. "Hello, earth to Adam"
Jason was waving his hand in front of Adam's face. Monica laughed, but was
inwardly touched by Adam's reaction.
Adam rummaged through his garment bag and found what he was looking for. Carrying his shaving kit and clothes, he went in and closed the bathroom door behind him. Monica took this time alone to curse Allen under her breath. She should have known better, but leave it to her, she always had to learn something the hard way. You'd think by now, after her time in the Corps, she'd utilize her gut instinct more and stop trying to chase the fairy tales. In the Corps, there was no time for fanciful notions. The old saying was 'if the Corps wanted you to have a love life, they'd have issued you one'. Of course that could be switched around to fit just about any circumstance. She grabbed her black boots from her bag, putting them on they gave her about 3 or 4 more inches in height. Now she didn't look like a midget or little kid sister next to Adam and Jason. She sprayed on a touch of Halo and decided to just go without jewelry for the night. Waiting for Adam she sat down on the bed and flipped through the television channels.
Adam emerged from the shower a few minutes later with his hair flowing down his shoulders and back. Wearing only his khaki pants, the picture he made caused Moni to suck in her breath. Adam heard the intake and it puffed up his ego a bit. He enjoyed the fact that he had an effect on her and that she had outwardly expressed it. "Ok I know you heard that, just don't start strutting around like a peacock." "So, we've got a mind reader on our hands now?" Laughing she replied, "No I can just recognize an ego from a mile away. Yours is in danger of putting a hot air balloon to shame!" "Well your just going to have to suffer a bit longer, the shirt I picked out needs to be ironed." "It figures." "You looked like an ironing expert earlier, care to help me out here?" "Negative ghost rider, the pattern is full! You're on your own! I'm on vacation remember?" Adam smiled. She was beginning to loosen up. Still perturbed with Allen, Monica got up from her spot on the bed and shut off the television. She paced the floor while Adam finished his shirt and slid it on. She could feel his eyes as she tried to work off some anxious energy. Her body temperature was rising from seeing him half naked and his watching her didn't help matters any. The heat from his stare was jolting.
Interrupting the tension in the room, Jason appeared with the news that Matt, Kirsten, Jeff and Amy were waiting downstairs for them. "You two ready to party?" "I'm ready for just about anything at this point." Moni answered grabbing her ID and some cash she shoved them in her pocket and started towards Jay.
"Good." He replied, "This is ssoooooo gonna reek of awesomeness!" Adam just rolled his eyes and shut off the light as they left the room. "Figures you'd have to start that now." Making their way down the hall and in the elevator Adam explained that Jason's lingo was part of their in ring personas. "This I definitely have to see." She couldn't imagine Adam being a goofball, but then again she didn't know him all that well. "Well if you are still with us later, you should come to the show." "Thank you for the invitation." "Our pleasure, ma'am." 'Please don't call me ma'am." "Oh that's right, it's just Major." Monica had to hold back a laugh. Jason was not going to let that one go.
Adam rummaged through his garment bag and found what he was looking for. Carrying his shaving kit and clothes, he went in and closed the bathroom door behind him. Monica took this time alone to curse Allen under her breath. She should have known better, but leave it to her, she always had to learn something the hard way. You'd think by now, after her time in the Corps, she'd utilize her gut instinct more and stop trying to chase the fairy tales. In the Corps, there was no time for fanciful notions. The old saying was 'if the Corps wanted you to have a love life, they'd have issued you one'. Of course that could be switched around to fit just about any circumstance. She grabbed her black boots from her bag, putting them on they gave her about 3 or 4 more inches in height. Now she didn't look like a midget or little kid sister next to Adam and Jason. She sprayed on a touch of Halo and decided to just go without jewelry for the night. Waiting for Adam she sat down on the bed and flipped through the television channels.
Adam emerged from the shower a few minutes later with his hair flowing down his shoulders and back. Wearing only his khaki pants, the picture he made caused Moni to suck in her breath. Adam heard the intake and it puffed up his ego a bit. He enjoyed the fact that he had an effect on her and that she had outwardly expressed it. "Ok I know you heard that, just don't start strutting around like a peacock." "So, we've got a mind reader on our hands now?" Laughing she replied, "No I can just recognize an ego from a mile away. Yours is in danger of putting a hot air balloon to shame!" "Well your just going to have to suffer a bit longer, the shirt I picked out needs to be ironed." "It figures." "You looked like an ironing expert earlier, care to help me out here?" "Negative ghost rider, the pattern is full! You're on your own! I'm on vacation remember?" Adam smiled. She was beginning to loosen up. Still perturbed with Allen, Monica got up from her spot on the bed and shut off the television. She paced the floor while Adam finished his shirt and slid it on. She could feel his eyes as she tried to work off some anxious energy. Her body temperature was rising from seeing him half naked and his watching her didn't help matters any. The heat from his stare was jolting.
Interrupting the tension in the room, Jason appeared with the news that Matt, Kirsten, Jeff and Amy were waiting downstairs for them. "You two ready to party?" "I'm ready for just about anything at this point." Moni answered grabbing her ID and some cash she shoved them in her pocket and started towards Jay.
"Good." He replied, "This is ssoooooo gonna reek of awesomeness!" Adam just rolled his eyes and shut off the light as they left the room. "Figures you'd have to start that now." Making their way down the hall and in the elevator Adam explained that Jason's lingo was part of their in ring personas. "This I definitely have to see." She couldn't imagine Adam being a goofball, but then again she didn't know him all that well. "Well if you are still with us later, you should come to the show." "Thank you for the invitation." "Our pleasure, ma'am." 'Please don't call me ma'am." "Oh that's right, it's just Major." Monica had to hold back a laugh. Jason was not going to let that one go.