The Bar - Chapter One
Setting down the last bottle, Aiden stepped back to admire his handiwork.
"Oh, yeah!"
The four glass shelves had been perfectly placed behind the long counter that ran along the north side of the room, and now they were adorned with containers of every size, colour, and shape imaginable. And filled all sorts of consumable goodness.
"Crap! Ford," Grodin groused from behind him, "come help me detangle these ice cycle lights. I swear – who ever brought these, and for what reason I still have no idea, didn't know how to coil these without tying knots in every wire. It's a mess!"
Aiden vaulted over the counter and landed next to a pile of bunched up Christmas lights.
"Who brought these?"
Grodin shrugged, "I found them outside my room with a note saying that we'd have more use for them. No signature."
"Wait," Aiden froze, "that means that someone else knows what we're doing!"
Peter snorted, "Come on! We've been stashing booze and pretzels for so long, I'd bet half the base knows that we're setting up shop. And its not like it's a big secret, anyways."
"Yeah, but we sorta haven't asked permission, and I don't know how Weir'll react to this," Aiden protested, tugging aggressively at a knotted wire. "She could have us stuck in the brig!"
"Oh, lighten up lieutenant! For all we know," Grodin grinned at the slightly peeved American, "Weir might have been the one that gave us the lights!"
Aiden thought about that one.
Sure, she might have… but why the heck would she have packed mini-lights?
No, it definitely wasn't Weir… but who knows?
Grodin saw the other man's disapproval disappear and smiled widely.
"So," he said offhandedly, "what are we going to name her?"
Ford raised an eyebrow.
"You want me to name it?"
I know - I said they'd be one shots, but this story can't be told in just one go.
Mwa ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!