𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃 *

You're burning up. Don't argue with me. Get back in bed.

I made soup. It's not great. Eat it anyway.

You should have called me the moment you started feeling like this.

Stop trying to get up. There is nothing on this earth that needs you upright right now.

I found three blankets and a hot water bottle. Pick your combination.

You look terrible. I mean that with so much love.

Let me take your temperature. Stop being difficult about the thermometer.

I cancelled everything. Don't apologize. I wanted to be here.

You fell asleep mid-sentence. I stayed anyway. I hope that's okay.

Drink the tea. Yes, all of it. I'll make more.

I've been checking on you every hour. You keep telling me to go home. I keep not going.

Your voice sounds awful. Rest it. We can talk tomorrow.

I'm not going anywhere. Stop thanking me for staying.

You hate being taken care of. I know. Do it for me anyway.

The fever broke. I don't think you know how relieved I am right now.

Sleep. I'll be right here. I'll wake you up if anything changes.

I brought your favourite thing from the place on the corner. Don't cry. Please don't cry.

You're a terrible patient and somehow I still want to be the one doing this.

I know you think you're being a burden. You are not a burden.

Let me sit with you. I don't need to talk. I just don't want you to be alone.

You tried to make your own tea and you could barely stand up. Sit down. I've got it.

I've seen you strong. This doesn't make you weak. It just makes you human.

You smell like fever and you still somehow look like everything to me.

Lay your head here. Right here. I've got nowhere I need to be.

I brought every movie you've ever mentioned. We have time.

You're mumbling in your sleep. I'm not going to tell you what you said.

I changed the sheets while you were in the shower. Don't make it weird.

You need to eat something real. I know you don't want to. Eat something real.

I've been sitting in this chair for four hours. I'd do it four more.

Stop apologizing for being sick. People get sick. Let me help you.

Your hands are cold. Give them here. I'll warm them up.

I found the medicine in the back of the cabinet. Take it. All of it. Don't negotiate.

You're not inconveniencing me. Taking care of you is exactly where I want to be.

I didn't know you got like this when you were sick. Softer. I like knowing this about you.

You asked for me. Out of everyone, you asked for me. I haven't stopped thinking about that.

The heating pad is on the lowest setting. Tell me if you need it warmer.

I'm not leaving until your temperature is normal. Make your peace with that.

You cried a little when the soup was too hot to eat yet. I pretended not to notice.

I've never seen you let anyone take care of you before. I'm honoured. I mean that.

Your hair is a mess. Can I? Is that okay? Let me just — there.

You keep saying you're fine every time I check and you are so obviously not fine.

This is the third night in a row. I'm not going anywhere. Stop looking at me like that.

You're delirious and still trying to be funny. It's working. Please stop, I'm worried about you.

I learned how to make your mother's recipe. It took three attempts. Don't tell her.

There's nowhere I'd rather be than right here, even like this. Especially like this.

You always take care of everyone else. Just this once, let someone take care of you.

I left the light on in the hall in case you woke up scared. I remember you mentioned that once.

a mix of stupid and chaotic starters that can be used in a college party setting

“Whose ferret is this?”

“I don’t think that soda is supposed to be blue.”

“Nobody panic, but the couch is moving on its own.”

“Why are you soaking wet?”

“Who taught the raccoon how to open doors?”

“The good news is nobody’s been arrested.” “The bad news is there’s still time.”

“I swear to God, if you brought another wild animal into the dorm—”

“I thought you left three hours ago.”

“I need everyone to stop encouraging [name].”

“Who the fuck brought their portable grill?”

“You can't spell ‘responsible’ without me.”

“I could definitely jump that.”

“Why is there a canoe in the kitchen?”

“I leave for five minutes and suddenly you’re wearing a traffic cone on your head.” “With sunglasses!”

“[Name], I told you to keep your fucking horse at home.”

“You’re seriously going to challenge a Roomba to a duel?”

“Why is everyone suddenly in my bedroom? Get the fuck out.”

“If someone breaks my TV, I’m dropping out.”

“I specifically said no glitter.”

“I’m begging you to act normal for ten minutes.”

“This party was supposed to be small.”

“Put the sword down!”

“Who keeps chanting 'give us the socks?'”

“I didn’t know we had an attic.”

Send one of the following prompts for my muse to reach out affectionately to yours !

Feel free to combine them ( example: send [ brush ] + [ push ] for my muse to brush the loose strand of your muse’s hair our of their face and then push it behind your muse’s ear ), reverse them ( example: send [ reverse + caress ] for your muse to caress my muse’s cheek ) and/or add details.

[ brush ] - to brush the hair out of your muse’s face / eyes / forehead

[ push ] - to push the loose strand of your muse’s hair behind your muse’s ear

[ caress ] - to caress your muse’s cheek

[ tilt ] - to tilt your muse’s chin gently to prompt them to make eye contact with my muse

[ curl ] - to curl my muse’s fingers under your muse’s chin while resting a thumb on their cheek, not quite tilting but just… holding

[ cup ] - to cup your muse’s face with my muse’s hands

[ place ] - to place my muse’s hand over your muse’s hand where it’s placed on my muse’s cheek

[ boop ] - to boop your muse on the nose

[ Eskimo ] - to brush my muse’s nose against your muse’s nose as in Eskimo kiss

[ nose ] - to kiss your muse on the nose

[ palm ] - to kiss your muse on the palm

[ knuckles ] - to kiss your muse’s knuckles

[ cheek ] - to kiss your muse on the cheek

[ lips ] - to kiss your muse softly on the lips

[ forehead ] - to kiss your muse on the forehead

[ lean ] - to lean forward and press my muse’s forehead against your muse’s forehead

[ pepper ] - to pepper your muse’s face with kisses

[ eyes ] - to kiss your muse’s closed eyelids

[ tears ] - to kiss away your muse’s tears

[ wipe ] - to wipe away your muse’s tears

[ gaze ] - to gaze into your muse’s eyes

[ roll ] - to roll my muse’s eyes at your muse affectionately

[ scalp ] - to massage your muse’s head

[ pat ] - to pat your muse’s head

[ top ] - to kiss your muse on the top of their head and then settle my muse’s cheek against it while holding them close

[ chin ] - to set my muse’s chin on the top of your muse’s head while holding them close

[ hair ] - to place lots of short, sweet, messy little kisses to the crown of your muse’s hair

[ run ] - to run my muse’s fingers through your muse’s hair

[ twirl ] - to twirl a strand of your muse’s hair around my muse’s finger

[ comb ] - to brush your muse’s hair

[ braid ] - to braid your muse’s hair

[ whisper ] - to lean close to your muse’s ear and whisper something to them

[ tickle ] - to tickle your muse

[ cheer ] - to try to cheer your muse up

[ faces ] - to make funny faces at your muse

[ shove ] - to playfully shove your muse

[ hand ] - to place my muse’s hand on your muse’s shoulder / neck as a way of supporting / comforting / reassuring them that my muse is there

[ shoulders ] - to wrap my muse’s arm around your muse’s shoulders

[ massage ] - to massage your muse’s shoulders and/or neck

[ soothe ] - to rub your muse’s shoulders soothingly

[ rub ] - to rub your muse’s back

[ body ] - to give your muse a full-body massage

[ snuggle ] - to snuggle to your muse’s side

[ support ] - to support your muse with an arm around their waist

[ lift ] - to lift your muse up in my muse’s arms

[ trace ] - to trace your muse’s scar/s with the softest press of my muse’s fingertips

[ ask ] - to ask your muse about their scar/s

[ scar ] - to kiss your muse’s scar/s

[ back ] - to hug your muse from behind

[ rest ] - to hug your muse from behind and rest my muse’s cheek against your muse’s back / shoulder

[ rock ] - to hold your muse and rock gently from side to side

[ tuck ] - to tuck your muse against my muse’s chest, covering them with the front parts of my muse’s jacket / coat, in order to keep them warm

[ head ] - to rest my muse’s head on your muse’s shoulder

[ cover ]  to cover your muse with a blanket / jacket / coat when they’re lying down

[ drape ] - to drape a blanket / jacket / coat over your muse’s shoulders

[ jewelry ] - to put a piece of jewelry around your muse’s neck

[ tie ] - to help your muse do their tie

[ smooth ] - to straighten your muse’s collar / lapel / brush a hand over your muse’s clothes to smooth it out

[ feed ] - to feed your muse

[ drink ] - to help your muse drink

[ pull ] - to pull your muse down to sit on my muse’s lap

[ bed ] - to push or pull your muse back on the bed when they try to get up

[ lap ] - to place my muse’s head on your muse’s lap

[ guide ] - to guide your muse to place their head on my muse’s lap

[ hide ] - to guide your muse to hide their face on my muse’s chest

[ help ] - to give your muse a hand when they’re stepping up or over something

[ touch ] - to touch the back of my muse’s hand to the back of your muse’s hand as if inviting to hold hands

[ thumb ] - to run my muse’s thumb over your muse’s thumb while holding hands

[ hold ] - to hold your muse’s hand and interlace our muse’s fingers

[ fingers ] - to play with your muse’s fingers absent-mindedly

[ nails ] - to tidy your muse’s nails and/or do a manicure

[ makeup ] - to help your muse put on their makeup

[ shapes ] - to trace imaginary shapes on your muse’s skin

[ pain ] - to kiss your muse where it hurts to soothe their pain

MOMENTS OF PEACE WERE FEW AND FAR BETWEEN FOR OLYMPIA. But she had always been used to the adrenaline rush accompanied by her job. It was what made her want to enlist and become a pilot in the Navy in the first place. Getting in a jet, even during practice runs, was exciting for her, and she craved that rush as she ascended into the skies. Flying made her feel free, until she remembered what she was in the air for. And then she was grounded again.

Despite her need to chase these highs, these days, she didn't mind the tamer aspects of her job as it meant she got to come home to Trevor. It was odd, the way things had worked out. SHE NEVER THOUGHT SHE'D BE WITH HIM. Not like this, in their honeymoon phase, the way new love always started, all sugary sweet and Cloud 9s. Not with how he attempted to burn the bridge between them by not telling her of his plans at the end of his contract, by leaving her behind like she was something to easily dispose of. Not with how angry she was with him when it first happened.

Olympia wasn't the type to forgive and forget. She'd bury her rage and let it stew for decades while she planned the perfect revenge. Yet, with Trevor, it was different. Beneath the white hot anger, that spiteful rage that made her keep carrying on and pretending everything was fine while wanting to hurt him like he hurt her, there was that sad girl who just wanted to be seen, understood, and most of all, loved. And so, she let his best friend talk her down and understood that despite Trevor's rugged exterior, there was a softness to him that was exposed around those he cared for. She witnessed it first hand through his attempts of winning her over, and eventually, she let that anger go and allowed him back into her life.

Now, they were in bed, his legs intertwined with hers as if to lock her in place, LIKE HE WAS AFRAID OF LOSING HER ALL OVER AGAIN, and she couldn't stop herself from smiling. A glow spread across her features as she contently wrapped her arms around him, feeling the warmth from his skin as she breathed him in, a kiss pressed to his shoulder. A faint pink blush appeared on the apples of her cheeks as he expressed his desire to hold her.

For the first time in a long time, Olympia was happy. Here, in his arms, the smell of coffee wafting through her apartment, breakfast waiting to be made. This was the kind of slow morning she relished, and made her heart feel complete.

“ I did see the waffle maker. It's adorable, thank you. We can definitely have waffles for breakfast. They're better than pancakes, y'know, since they catch the syrup and all. ” Not that she was in any rush to get out of bed, either. In fact, even if they'd stayed there all day, she wouldn't complain.

The hue of her cheeks deepened as he changed the subject to last night's activities before she tilted her head up toward him. “ Very. What about you? ”

Trevor took it upon himself to give her a firm squeeze, mostly to reassure himself that this moment was real for him. He was done running away, he was done letting his fears take over his life and decide how he should live. Right now, he only wanted to enjoy this moment with her. 

When he felt the gentle kiss against his bare shoulder, there was a true and genuine smile on his features. Tracing idle patterns on his back with his fingertips, he glanced down to her as she spoke and placed a soft kiss on her forehead and then her hair. Trevor took a moment to breathe her in, and he could say with confidence that her scent was his favorite. The type of fresh and clean smell that brought him peace and serenity, almost as if he was standing on a beach, letting the wind brush against his skin. It was borderline addicting, and he wanted more. 

❝ I'm glad it's to your liking, Olympia. ❞ Trevor replied softly as he continued his idle patterns. Everything came to a halt when she asked the same question back, and Trevor chuckled before changing the position to where he was on top and she beneath him. 

He took it upon himself to place kisses along her cheeks, leading to her jawline and then her neck, not to turn her on or start something he'd more than happy to finish, a simple act of showing that he adored her and was always craving her. 

❝ There aren't enough words in the world to describe how amazing it was. ❞ Trevor murmured against her skin before retracing his kisses back to her lips and letting them linger before pulling away. His arms caging her in on either side, however, if she wanted him to move, he would by her request. 

" I think that the first time I heard that kind of phrasing. " a soft chuckle leaving tinted tiers , the boss. she's have to think about it but the blonde understands the simplicity of how that works . she appreciates the effort ; zodiac signs has never been her thing but she still nods listening and storing in the memory bank . " don't worry 'bout it , I couldn't tell you all that either but blue ? You know I see that. mine is orange or a pale yellow pretty too ." It was easy to spot , whether a sweater or something incorporating it in the little details.

she thinks there some psychology in that the reasoning has some significance or atleast she's read it on some magazine page before , but that not her field of expertise. a toned out or bright shade of it. she has to think , it nice having someone close her age to talk to.

Trevor was different in that sense of wanting to get to know her / where she was used to silence * a yes or will do wore the the type her father assigned to her detail , trusted sources which yes she was used to but it got exhausting where a conversation started and ended with whatever you think.

" nothing specific but how about this , tell me something completely random about yourself ? " she knows an icebreaker is not exactly totally thrilling but it feels simple enough a point to start for them better then a two truths one lie scenario , she was already comfortable maybe how easy going it is to talk or the expression given a relaxed smile that Ashley mirrors in her own way .

" let go together , sometimes they have a speciality of the day on the menu & totally not biased when I say this but it the best option if you ask me. " * okay maybe a little biased.

Oh Gods, was he flirting? He can't be flirting with a client.

Clearing his throat, he tugged on his collar, suddenly feeling warm. However, he couldn't tell if it was from heat or embarrassment. ❝ I mean, I think it could be a sign that our favorite colors go together, so this could be an interesting dynamic between us. ❞ Trevor wasn't sure if that was helping his case or not; either way, it was best to remain silent while Ashley spoke. When presented with a question, Trevor was able to gather his thoughts and give her an answer. 

❝ I'm embarrassingly good at the game Dance Central. I used to play it with my guys back in my shop, ❞ he paused. ❝ Sorry, gonna try to cut the military talk, what I mean by shop, I mean, just my office. Every Friday, we'd get drunk to the high heavens and just dance. ❞ Trevor explained, even blushing faintly at the image of it. 

WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY HOW MUCH? it should serve as some sort of comfort that the man was clueless about what she meant, that he didn't immediately assume money was involved, because thinking it did further implicated that it was what he was here for. not that olympia would run around telling everyone of her financial situation, & the trust fund that awaited her when she wanted to open it. although, it also didn't take away from the fact that he could simply be there to reap the benefits of being with a military member. maybe he needed the insurance, or maybe he liked that he was being given housing. now, josephine didn't know what being in the military was like, but she could only assume that giving up his position as an NCO also meant giving up the benefits that being an enlisted member had. whatever the reason he was here, it was josephine's job to find out, & to terminate whatever this was before it became worse. BEFORE OLYMPIA FELL IN LOVE WITH HIM.

while olympia didn't bring many of her partners home with her, those caught in her bed who had impure intentions were simply bought away. though, her sister figure didn't know that josephine took part in this. it was just a sure way to weed out the people who didn't belong there, in olympia's life, where the good things were meant to be.

now, josephine wasn't even sure what this man was doing here. why he was even attempting to meet her. most people nowadays didn't care to meet their partners' friends until much later, when things were stable & they were sure that this was something that was going to last, not some fleeting affair that both parties would come to regret much later. meeting friends were seen as murky, especially when it was this early on.

she had to admit, however, that she was oddly satisfied when he cracked at the slightest bit of pressure. & perhaps even a little disappointed. weren't military members, even former ones, known for having nerves of steel? tsk. too bad, trent, truman, whoever you are. it seemed like she found the army's weak link.

Trevor sat with his thoughts as he held her gaze. Now he was feeling tense waiting to hear her answer, and what she meant by her words. Underneath the surface of the table, his leg was bouncing, an old habit he had when he was in service. And usually, this would be the time, Lucia Lugo would jab him in the side and tell him to relax or something along those lines. Or maybe his older sister would even poke him between the brows and tell him to relax. 

However, whatever nerves he was feeling were replaced by something that made his body get hot. How much money is it going to take for you to pack your shit and leave? In that moment, Trevor wanted to snap; he wanted to crash out, but this was Olympia's person, just like how Louie is for him. At least the platonic sense, something about the Yang to his Grey from some medical show he enjoyed watching, but right now that wasn't the point. Right now, he is trying to fathom how in the fuck he was supposed to answer that. 

Find your military bearing, Sinclair Trevor thought to himself as he was trying his best not to feel insulted by what she was asking of him. 

❝ I don't want or need your money. ❞ Trevor replied with the first thing that came to his mind that wouldn't offend her. ❝ And frankly, I'm insulted that you would even have the balls to ask me that. ❞ Yup. There went the military bearing he was trying to maintain. Right now, he was just talking with his emotions, and in his way, he blamed his employer for that. 𝐌𝐒. 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒 had a certain air about her that she always led her emotions, and logic was able to play a part in it, but she always went with her heart. Perhaps the CEO was running off on him. 

Trevor could feel his jaw tighten; he wanted to hold back, but he was well past hiding everything and burying it down. He needed to be open and honest, even if Olympia's friend didn't give a damn. The only way to show that he changed was by going out of his comfort zone. 

Well, that had been the case until she walked into his life. Professionalism to the max despite seeming to keep a friendly aura about her. He likes that about her, he can't help but think. It was one of the things that drew him to her upon hiring. The work is expertly done without there being a semblance of... Fear? It's such a common feeling towards him from most people he interacts with, that Sylus barely notices it. But not with her. Not towards him, at least. It's nice. It feels like there's the opportunity for a semblance of normalcy. Or, well, as much as possible considering who he is.

His back is towards the door, annoyance obvious on his expression as he speaks on the phone. ❝ No, I've told you before and I'll tell you again even though you know I hate repeating myself: I want it done by tomorrow. ❞ The knock is almost inaudible against the voice in his ear, but considering the time, despite the few minutes past the scheduled hour, he knows it's her. ❝ Come in. ❞

He hears the door opening and closing, only turning towards it a full minute after Rosalie is inside. His expression doesn't change, and Sylus knows that it might cause concern if he keeps his upset nature about himself. ❝ Get it done or I'll do it myself and you won't like what happens if I have to be the one getting my hands dirty. ❞ The click of the call ending is audible in the quiet room and the second he sets the phone on the desk, Sylus' expression is quick to change. It's a polite relief, a smile that graces his lips, so unlike the frown he sported only moments before.

A laugh at her greeting. Small, short, though still warm all the same, a hint of amusement as he greets her in return. ❝ Good morning, Rosalie. ❞ He finally stands, hand running through his hair as he makes his way closer. ❝ I see you're a few minutes late. I do hope trouble didn't find you on your way here or that anything is wrong with uh - Kal-Kalmiya? That's her name, right? ❞ He's perfectly aware of her daughters name, simply choosing to not display just how much he's memorised lest he spooks her into quitting. She's too good at her job ( and handling him ) for him to let her quit. Though his concern is clear and obvious, he's far from upset at her delay in getting to work. He knows how difficult living in the n-109 zone can be. The worry on his expression is true.

One thing about Rosalie Atlas is that when she did her work, she did it well. Work was one way to distract her mind from the thoughts she had often, at the thoughts that bothered her and led her to much darker places. Letting her mind wander, as Sylus was on the phone, hazel eyes glanced at him once, and then her mind drift⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ as she let her hands rest in front of her body. Fingertips feeling the material of her clothing as she was making a mental note of what she needed to do for the day. 

When it came to conversations that did not involve her, Rosalie was the master at disassociation, unless it was a conversation that she needed to listen to. When her name was called, Rosalie finally met his eyes again, and the neutral expression she had shifted back to a warm, gentle one. For a brief moment, she rocked back and forth on the heels of her shoes. Right when she was able to speak, Rosalie paused. 

He remembered her daughter's name? 

For a brief second, Rosalie felt her heart skip a beat. Maybe it was because she was used to the past and how people treated her life as if it wasn't worth discussing, but something Mr. Sylus was at least making an effort to remember something about her, let alone her own daughter's name, made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It also didn't help that men like Sylus, at least what was displayed, were the usual type of man she'd go for. Even her sister 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒 said that the way Rosalie described him to her was the picture-perfect guy that'd be in a romance novel. However, Rosalie was past that point in her life where she'd look for romance; it was better to focus on her daughter, her job, and that Mr. Sylus was taken care of. 

❝ Oh. Um, Kalmiya was just a little fussy before I left; she likes me to sing to her. And this time, she wanted me to sing twice. ❞ Rosalie paused, realizing that Mr. Sylus had asked her a question, which was referring to her daughter's name. ❝ But yes! That's her name, Kalmiya or Kallie works. ❞ 

There she went again, rambling when it wasn't needed. Giving her head a gentle shake before clearing her throat. Rosalie was grateful that Mr. Sylus decided to move on with the conversation. Almost by muscle memory, Rosalie took her phone to take notes on what he needed to do. Chewing on the inside of her cheek, her brows furrowed together when he said he could do it by himself. 

❝ Hey, now what a minute, Mr. Sylus, ❞ Rosalie began to say. At this point, she was in work mode, and the whole point of her job was to help him. ❝ I can go and get your dry cleaning and whatever else you need. I mean, that is the point of me, right? ❞ She asked with a small tilt of her head. ❝ I can also drive you; it can be your car or mine. ❞ Then again, the idea of being on a bike did seem appealing. 

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「 ⁽ ¹ ⁾ FIVE TIMES PROMPTS 」 ﹝ @wcrldcfvtlvs ﹞ : five times glanced at: ( five times Olympia noticed Trevor stealing glances at her )

ONE. [ RECOMMENDED LISTEN : BIG JET PLANE BY ANGUS & JULIA STONE ]

THE SUCCESS OF A MISSION WAS THRILLING. THERE WAS NO DENYING THAT. Even if the objective was something Olympia, better known as Spade during these assignments, would consider a cakewalk.

She was the last aviator to land her F-18 as part of her mission objective was to ensure the squad was able to return to the carrier. Once their arrival was confirmed, and the skies were clear of any bogeys headed their way, she positioned her jet to land and did so smoothly on the deck, maneuvering so the aircraft was parked where it needed to be. Once the jet was settled, she shut off the engine and opened the canopy for herself and her back seater, Catarina Caswell ( callsign : Galaga ), to exit.

After she and Cat have exited their F-18, they were met by several of their fellow squadron members, as they gave each other hugs and celebrated the success of their mission. It was mostly people Olympia had already known from their brief training on the mission, though from her peripheral, she could see the other personnel who were attached to the same assignment seemingly waiting for the celebrations to die down so they could debrief.

Olympia tried to focus on the group in front of her, but the longer she did, the more she could feel someone looking at her. She caught his gaze for a brief moment before he looked away.

Eventually, the fighter pilots moved inward toward the ship's command center and reunited with the others. Olympia was facing him, the man who had been looking at her, and she surveyed his uniform to get an inkling of who he was. Sinclair. A Sergeant.

She took off her gloves, tucking them beneath her upper arm as she shook his hand first ( a firm handshake, at that ), then the rest of his team's. “ Great job down there, ” she said with a nod before linking arms with her wizzo and disappearing into the small crowd. Even as she walked away, she could feel his lingering gaze on her.

TWO. [ RECOMMENDED LISTEN : NO.1 PARTY ANTHEM BY THE ARCTIC MONKEYS ]

NIGHTS WHEN SHE WAS OFF THE NEXT DAY WERE ALWAYS FULL OF FUN, TYPICALLY SPENT AT A BAR NEAR THE BASE THAT THE MILITARY PERSONNEL FREQUENTED. A bunch of her so-called battle buddies were already there, littering the space. Most were out of uniform, sporting regular jeans and shirts, with some guys wearing jerseys of whatever football team their home state or families represented.

Olympia herself was out of her usual NWUs, trading them in for a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, nothing too extravagant considering she was just going to an off-base bar. Given that Catarina was her WSO, the two women had most of the same days off, and Cat accompanied her to the bar though she wasn't too thrilled about it.

She was sitting at the bar counter beside Cat, who was talking her ear off with complaints about how rundown the place was ( within earshot of the bartender, which made Olympia grimace but didn't exactly say anything — to be fair, nothing was really worth saying to Cat considering the blonde would just brush her off ) and comparing it with places she'd been to when she lived in New York, back before she joined the Navy as some sort of fuck you to her family.

As Catarina talked, Olympia surveyed the area, as if to take inventory on who was there with them that night. She wasn't one to shy away from socializing, and she was always eager to get to know those who served with her. It was a good way to build trust and camaraderie among her colleagues, after all.

Her forest eyes scanned the area and as she turned to look over her shoulder, her gaze landed on his, already looking back at her——at least, for a moment before he inevitably turned away. THEY DIDN'T INTERACT MUCH, ASIDE FROM THE MISSIONS THEY WERE ASSIGNED TOGETHER OR THE HANDFUL OF TIMES SHE NEEDED SOMETHING FROM HIM. She let her gaze linger for a second before turning back to Cat and her seemingly endless need for attention.

Heeeeeeyy, so first off: memes aren't relevant but y'all know me. I always gotta meme, ANYWAY.

Lil activity update, I've been feeling very....not too good. Like physically I'm fine! Mentally I'm just kinda bleh. I've been doing things offline that can hopefully get that spark back. I've been putting things in drafts so when I get that feeling again so I can write things. So, I apologize for suddenly poofing away. I promise I'm not ignoring anyone, I just need to find my center and go to my happy place.