Re: 2200
“Really?” the young man asked, obviously surprised. “Don’t you always have a job? Training new people and keeping the peace and all?” he asked, thinking officers always had it a lot better. Jack didn’t realize that Sam had as much riding on this as he had—if not more. “Well shit, never mind, then,” he laughed. “Obviously I dunno what I’m talking about.”
“Yeah, when you look at it that way,” Jack laughed in agreement, nodding his head. “I guess I’m the lucky one in this situation—the only downside to this is that I’ve gotta listen to people griping whenever they don’t like their jacket, or their plane. I’m really not that good,” he said again, obviously a little worried about letting people down. “If you want me to,” Jack answered, blinking at him in surprise. “You sure you want me to?” he asked again a moment later, laughing.
Jack took a sip of his beer and looked out over the crowd, eyes quickly falling on a girl waving at him, someone he’d been dancing with before. “Shit,” he laughed, quickly downing the rest of his bottle. “I’ve gotta go, before she rakes me in again. I dunno why she wants to dance so bad—I’m terrible at it.” He reached around Sam and set his bottle on the table beside the older man, straightening and offering his hand. “It was nice meeting you, Captain.”