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A Little Bit of Fun?
Who: Erica and Thomas
Where: Billiards and Darts
When: Early Afternoon, March 12th, 2020
Content: TBA
For all the fact that Thomas had never replied to what basically amounted to an online hook up callout, there was little nervousness in him when he arrived just before one pm in the Billiards and Darts Room. From what he figured, if Erica (he got her name only from the fact that their posts/responses were labeled with their names) decided he really was average and it was not her thing, they could go their separate ways with no hard feelings.
Otherwise…this could be fun.
He indulged himself with an old habit he had pretty much broken as a teenager in boot camp, when falling into the motion had gotten him series upon series of push ups and curl ups, and stuck his hands in his pockets while he waited. It was a sign, although he did not realize it, that he was relaxing into this whole civilian thing again. Although, military brats were a whole different class than strict civilians, so it was not as if he had ever truly been one. Certainly would not be one again.
Okay, distracting himself with inane thoughts, check.
Where: Billiards and Darts
When: Early Afternoon, March 12th, 2020
Content: TBA
For all the fact that Thomas had never replied to what basically amounted to an online hook up callout, there was little nervousness in him when he arrived just before one pm in the Billiards and Darts Room. From what he figured, if Erica (he got her name only from the fact that their posts/responses were labeled with their names) decided he really was average and it was not her thing, they could go their separate ways with no hard feelings.
Otherwise…this could be fun.
He indulged himself with an old habit he had pretty much broken as a teenager in boot camp, when falling into the motion had gotten him series upon series of push ups and curl ups, and stuck his hands in his pockets while he waited. It was a sign, although he did not realize it, that he was relaxing into this whole civilian thing again. Although, military brats were a whole different class than strict civilians, so it was not as if he had ever truly been one. Certainly would not be one again.
Okay, distracting himself with inane thoughts, check.
