Re: 2200
“No, no, I don’t think so,” Jack laughed easily, taking another swig from his bottle. “I’m still new, though, so I don’t know for sure yet—but I suppose most of us are new, right?” That fact was comforting to him, really—not being alone when everything was so different and, to be honest, quite scary.
“Oh, you’re… an officer?” Jack asked, blinking at the other man, already a little on edge. He still wasn’t sure if it was… okay to talk to superiors like this, even though they were at a dance and all. Jack laughed anyway, smiling, only to catch on to what the taller man said. “The 556th? That’s me, I’m in the 556th! Damn,” he laughed awkwardly, running the back of his hand over his sweaty forehead. “Should I just drop and give you thirty now, Sir? Just to get it over with?” Jack teased, feeling like he should get away quickly.
Jack only smiled at the Captain, not noticing any… flustered-ness at all. He took Sam’s hand, shaking it firmly in his own, still grinning and sweating. “Nice to meet you, Captain,” Jack said, wondering if he should salute. Still a little stupid concerning this whole thing, he decided against it, feeling as if it would be a little odd. “Jack, like I said. Well, John. John Davis. I’m an airman. In the 556th.” Jesus Christ, he was young. He seemed even more boyish when he talked like that, too.