The Bar - chapter two
"So lieutenant," Sheppard said casually, coming up from behind the snoozing Ford.
"What's this I hear about you and Grodin starting up a bar?"
Aiden nearly fell off the ledge of the balcony he'd been leaning on. Quickly recovering he spun around to nervously face his superior officer.
"Oh, um, sir… well, you see we were just kinda fooling around, sir…"
"Spit it out, Ford!"
"Well… I'm sorry sir. I know we should have asked," Aiden began spewing his confession and plea for forgivness but was cut off by a raised hand from Sheppard.
"Wow, look – Ford. I'm not mad," the major spread his hands out and made calming motions, "well, not at the fact that you didn't ask permission."
"Then what are you mad about?"
"Hey, who said I was mad – I'm just kinda ticked that you didn't let me in on it."
"Sir?"
"What! Why are you surprised that I'd want in on starting up a bar?"
Aiden thought about it.
"Actually," he said with a shrug and a grin, "it doesn't, sir."
Sheppard smiled and wrapped an arm around Aiden's shoulder, waving one arm out towards the horizon. "I see it already, Ford – the hottest night club on the planet!"
"Sir," he turned to Sheppard, "it's the only night club on the planet."
"See what I mean!"