Re: 2200
Sam stayed quiet for a moment and smiled wryly, his lips turning up in a nearly simpering little smirk. "Well, yeah, I always have a job. As of now it's planning the Fourth of July dance next week," he laughed more to himself than anything else, showing his true feelings on the matter. He was a little impatient to start doing what he came here to accomplish - to fly missions, to do what he felt so proud of doing - not coordinating parties. "Well, it's diff'rent, in a way. I'm a bombardier, which was partly why I was sent here, because y'all needed some more. I like doing that, too - spent enough time in training for it, so that's what I prefer to do."
"Y'shoulda' seen some of the shit back in Guam," he laughed out loud, remembering his old squadron and deployment. "I tell ya', anything's an improvement over that. Figure as long as the tits are big enough on their planes they won't care so much. Depends how long you boys've been in the service," Sam joked. "Yeah, why not?" the older man shrugged, acting a lot more casual than he truly felt about the prospect of having a reason to speak to the other man outside of drills or base business. "I'll let you know when I even find out my crew. Just got here, after all."
Sam focused down at his shoes during the inevitable uncomfortable silence that fell between them, also seeing the girl wave at the younger man. He smirked and snorted with laughter as he said how he had to run off before the girl caught him, nodding and holding out his hand as well, shaking Jack's. "Nah, go enjoy your night. Nice to meet ya' too, Airman."