Re: 2200
"Yeah, sure do," Sam chitchatted, nodding and realizing he knew nothing of taking over his father's business. . .as his own father was an out-of-work oil field worker back in Texas, and the army had been Sam's escape from the same fate. Through his fibbing, he could at least somewhat indicate how the young man felt by it - Sam was intuitive enough to see the obvious, how Jack didn't seem too enthused by it.
"Briefly," he shrugged. "You see, y'all needed some bombardiers over here, and I was over there sent to take a spot needed when the fella' they were shipping out here got shot down. They just bumped me up to the rank," he said, seeming very casual about it, and he found it a right luxury to be casual about it. He could indulge that now, after all. Sam shook his head and grinned, able to cover up. . .er. . .his true feelings on the matter quite well. "Nah, the more not realistic, the better, lemme' tell you," he smirked. "I can speak for the fellas around here."
"Good, yeah," he nodded as well, shrugging and not focusing on how he did want to find out his plane assignment as soon as possible.
Sam turned and went back to his beer and food as Jack walked away, though his form through the crowd definitely caught the older man's eye. He tried not to stare, but ended up clearing his throat and coughing anyways. Sam looked away rapidly as Jack peered back, merely grinning and nodding in agreement.
He turned a bit red when he realized what he was feeling at the moment, to himself, and decided it was perhaps best if he found a girl to dance with immediately.