Re: 2200
"Really?" Sam asked, still focused on his beer. "May need to change that," he said aloud, though more to himself. "I suppose so. I feel new myself, come to think of it."
Sam laughed, nodding and trying to hide an embarrassing blush on his cheeks. "Yeah, yeah, but it's fine. We're not on the battlefield. Just don't tell nobody I'm fraternizing with enlisted," he smirked, trying to hide his awkwardness. He was always a bit lax on the decorum of speaking to those of a lower rank - maybe a self-insecurity issue of his own still.
"Really?" Sam chuckled, eyebrows raised in truthful surprise. . .a bit happy this younger man was in his squadron. "No, nah. This is a party. Ain't no drills at all here, tonight," he joked.
Sam nodded and took his hand back, looking at him carefully - remembering what he looked like, trying to hide any outward indication of just how closely he was looking at Jack Davis. "Yeah?" he laughed, though was still able to tell by the man's uniform. "Then you're brand new, drafted?"