[2017/2018]
"Trent, how long are you gonna let that hair of yours get?" Sonny teased as he chanced ruffling the slightly older man's hair.
His hand was quickly swatted away, "Quit it."
"I'm serious." Sonny smirked as he sat down in the opposite end of the couch, "Someone who's been down range for too long might get you mixed up with one of the ladies."
"It's practical…" Trent shrugged.
"For what?" Sonny chuckled, "Getting' your hair pulled during sex? Sorry I have to be the one to tell you this, but I think the only woman on this base who likes long hair on their sex partner is sergeant Ruiz. And I really doubt you're her type."
"Let me guess, too much facial hair." Brock smirked.
Sonny nodded, "And not enough boobs."
"Who knows, maybe he's got a secret girl back home…" Clay smirked, "Nah… Can't see it."
Trent shrugged nonchalantly, "Well, maybe I do…"
"What do you say Metal? Does he?"
The entire team turned to look towards Metal, who had been minding his own business up until then, when he started coughing. And continued coughing, and slamming his fist against his chest in order to knock what he was choking at loose.
"You good there?" Sonny frowned as he eyed Metal.
Metal held up a finger as he continued coughing and hitting his chest.
"Coke?" Ray asked as he held a can in front of Metal.
Metal nodded, grabbed it, cracked it and took a good long sip. Then he coughed a couple more times, took another sip and was good. "What are you trying to do Clay? Kill me? I almost choked on my spit."
He lightened the last part up with a careful chuckle and took another sip.
"You good?" Trent chuckled, looking at Metal.
"I'll survive." Metal nodded and rubbed at his chest, "Kid, why would I know anything about who Trent pokes his stick into?"
"Figured you were best buddies…" Clay shrugged, "If anyone knows, it would be you."
"Call me old-fashioned, but I try to make a point of knowing a little as possible about my apparently best buddy's sex life." Metal chuckled, "For all I know, he could have someone. Not that I've heard of a girl, or seen one around."
Trent was barely able to hide his smirk. His hair had sometimes been used for just that, pulling. Not because Metal was a big fan of it, but he liked getting his hair pulled to some degree.
"Alright, I'll try to make a point of seeing some shears when I get back home."
Metal smirked, "Bet we could find a machine to do it here."
Trent shook his head, "No. Not trusting any of you with my hair. I don't pull off a clean shaven head."
Jason chuckled, "Yeah, you really don't."
