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Post by Ted Manning on Mar 29, 2011 12:46:31 GMT -5
"Well as soon as Gunny gets her ass movin we will see who wins the game." Cameron laughed and turned as he watched a rather beefed up man walk to them. Shit another college beef head he rolled his eyes and though to himself.
"Sick of introducing myself" he muttered "I'm Lance Corporal Cameron Huxley, 3rd Marine Division. This is my Gunny, Sam Mitchell" he said pointing a finger back to the Sergeant of his Platoon.
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Post by Sam Mitchell on Mar 29, 2011 13:12:05 GMT -5
Sam nodded her head as the private introduced herself. ''Nice to meet you, Ortiz.'' Her gazed switched to the jock who had failed his attempt at flirting with the Latina. ''I'm sure the bruise on his foot is going to remind him how not to pick up a woman.''
The brunette moved around the table to set herself up for her next shot. She pointed to her eyes with two fingers then to the blue 10, which was previously blocked, and nodded her head at the corner pocket to her right, informing her opponent of her shot. She lined herself up, then turned her head to stick her tongue out at the Corporal and settled her gaze on D.J. with a full on smirk. ''I don't know.''
Sam kept her gaze on the woman's brown eyes as she hit the cue ball, listening to the distinct sound of the balls colliding with each other and the 'thud' of a ball rolling into a pocket.
The Sergeant didn't need to look to know the stripped blue was in. ''You tell me.'' With a wink, Sam prepared for another shot. The ball derived from its intended course slightly, causing it to hit the corner of the table instead of falling into the pocket.
''Damn.'' The woman moved away from the table, grinning at the young Corporal. ''Your turn, Cam.''
Another soldier joined their table, yacking about the lack of feminine presence. It would have been too much of a coincidence, all of this Army personnel here, if this bar wasn't their primary hang out place. ''College girls like clubs so they have a reason to wear a skirt that are too short to be decent in public. '' She shrugged. ''No point in taking them here.'' Sam chuckled as Cameron introduced both of them, and saluted Gary with a curt nod of her head.
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Post by D.J. Ortiz on Mar 29, 2011 14:36:51 GMT -5
She raised both brows at the newcomer and slightly blushed at the wink from Sam, though her cheeks stopped turning red once the tomboy eyed the beef cake and up-nodded. "D.J Ortiz, Army, blah blah blah." she muttered. She was sick of introducing herself too. Leaning forward on the chair, running her hand along the wooden rungs until she caught the sight of the balls and ...ouch! Looks like Cam was winning.
"She's right." the Hispanic woman rasped with that husky voice, maybe she had been smoking too many cancer sticks. ""Chicks wouldn't be caught dead here with all these douche bags."a shrug. One college kid laughed at the military people gathering around the pool table.
" "Hoo Rah! Marines suck!" the guy laughed, obviously drunk. "Blow me!" D.J. yelled back, turning her head in a sharp way, dark eyes glaring at the kid. Then turning back to her new found friends and sighed. She hated kids, there was something more than kids she hated, college kids.
"Little shits." the girl mumbled and then looked down at the pool table. She had a mouth at her, but knew when to pay respect.
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Post by Gary Hoffor on Mar 29, 2011 15:18:33 GMT -5
Holding his hands up in a defensive motion. "my bad guys, didn't mean to drop hay down your shirts. But i am new here and haven't really met anyone." Gary paused to watch the gunny make her shot, but not really watching the table. Gary's eyes can't stop from roaming over the sweet curves of the gunny as she positions for the shot. "God, do i love to watch pool!" Gary thought, then continued "Been at the cattle processing facility waiting for my turn to get assigned a unit. I'm Army, if you care, just got to the 40th 3 weeks ago, and finally got a unit Friday night. "
reaching into his rear pocket Gary pulled out a folded yellow sheet of paper. Carefully opening the paper with big beefy fingers.
"Looks like i am going to.. echo company. don't really know much past that. just left Ft Campbell last month. Was there for 2 years.. but here i go rambling on like a new piglet looking for it's mother in a pin."
After the out burst from the peanut gallery. "who the hell is he calling a marine!" muscles flex in Gary's upper body as he takes a moment to collect his thoughts.. Glancing sheepishly at the real marines and realizing he might have just offended them. "well not all of us here are marines" Gary quickly states to stop any rebuttals from the 2 marines at the pool table.
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Post by Sam Mitchell on Mar 29, 2011 16:28:16 GMT -5
The bottled brunette turned to look at the drunk fools who dared insult them. However, instead of wearing a glare, she had a smirk, a very cocky one. ''I'd like to see you air heads go through our training. You'd break and cry like a school girl who got her cookies stolen.''
Sam had to admit to herself she was a lightweight, and her third beer gave her a light buzz. You now, the sensation of ultimate socialism and invincibility you get in that state. Thus, her next move could be blamed on the alcohol, entirely.
Gripping her pool cue with both of her hands, she rubbed one of her hands, rather quickly, back and forth on the wood. She then stopped, waiting a second and gave them the finger with a sweet smile.
Sam caught what Gary had said about him being in Echo Company. ''Lucky you, you get to be with miss I'm-tiny-but-I-kick-some-ass.'' She replied, nodding her head towards the women in question. She sent another wink at the woman to tell her she was just messing around.
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Cameron Huxley
United States Marine Corps
Lance Corporal
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Post by Cameron Huxley on Mar 30, 2011 11:27:58 GMT -5
Cameron snickered as he brushed by Sam to the pool table. He slid the pole between his finger and banked off another shot but it missed wide. He was getting tired, his eyes heavy, and he needed to get to sleep for AM drills.
"I might just hit the hay for the night, ladies and Hoff."
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Post by Sam Mitchell on Mar 30, 2011 12:16:36 GMT -5
''Leaving me with an unfinished game, Cam? I can't brag about how I whooped your ass if we didn't finish it.'' Even though there was a teasing smirk on her face and mirth flashing behind her sea blue eyes, Sam saw the haggard look in the corporal's eyes. She remember how harsh those drills were when you're tired, or still completely smashed from the previous night.
''Get some rest, I certainly don't want you to slack tomorrow.'' The woman place her cue on the pool table, placing her palms on the table and leaning against them. ''I sure don't wanna be stuck with you if aliens from Mars try to destroy the white house tomorrow.'' Just a joke, yes, but if Sam knew what will happen to them in a few weeks, she'd bite back her words. Looking back on this day, if she survives, the blonde would certainly joke about it.
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Post by Gary Hoffor on Mar 30, 2011 14:46:49 GMT -5
"So, your from echo company?" Gary asked, shifting his bulk to look at Ortiz directly. "What is it like? Bunch of hard asses, or just some California softies? If you are a symbol of the company, guess I will have to say hard asses." Gary finished with a sly smirk.
Turning to the Gunny, after hearing the comment on aliens, "You guys hear about those meteorite's? Supposed to be a near miss from what I hear. Should be a good show."
Standing Gary walks over to the Corporal. Offering his hand "Glad to meet you, but I always thought 'Marines- First in last out' guess that only counts when not in garrison.. heheh" giving a hard grasp and shake.
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Post by D.J. Ortiz on Mar 30, 2011 20:37:10 GMT -5
She gave him a slight look, ignoring but catching what Sam said. It wasn't more or so a 'badass' look, but more of a puzzled one. When he commented on being hardass, the tomboy just laughed out loud. "Good one, man." she smirked. "Nah, neither. They're just a bunch of hard workers, like all of us. I don't think anyone is better than another. Gimme that non equality bull sh*t and I'll give you attitude." giving a grin of her full lips. "Welcome to it, dude." getting up from the chair as she scooted it over and pushed it back into the bar.
"Aw Cam, come on, man." giving him a slight wink in appreciation that he was giving in and going to bed like a good soldier. D.J. respected that, her ass should be in bed too but she loved the night life, not enough to kill herself over drills the next morning though.
Still.
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Post by Sam Mitchell on Mar 31, 2011 6:32:56 GMT -5
''You know what they say, and by 'they' I mean Pitbull.'' The brunette chuckled as she grabbed her beer from the table. ''One's company, two's a crowd, and three's a party.'' Sam then looked around, her beer dangling from her finger tips. ''There's still a party.''
Sam waved at the bartender and held up three fingers in the air. All the nights she spent here, the bartender knew exactly what she wanted. He nodded at her and after a few minutes he showed up with three Budweisers. The woman gave him a 20 and told him to keep the change with a wink. She then handed the two other soldiers each one beer. ''Thank me later.'' Sam offered with a grin.
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Post by Gary Hoffor on Mar 31, 2011 12:49:31 GMT -5
Gary graciasly takes the beer offered. "Thanks gunny". setting the beer on the table, "so other than this hang out, what is there to do around here? Back in Clarksville, there were several clubs and bars that the soldiers went to, but in a city like this, you would think there was more to do. Maybe next weekend we could arange a group outing and paint the city?"
continuing on with mostly small talk, Gary talks about his year in Iraq. Though not in much detail. life on the farm. He even covers some of his sports highlights as a linebacker in highschool, and almost state champ in the heavyweight Div in wrestling.
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Post by Sam Mitchell on Apr 1, 2011 13:38:25 GMT -5
The sergeant shrugged as she considered Gary's offer with a smile. ''Sure, I think L.A needs to be shown how we, military bad-asses, party.'' Sam nodded her head at Ortiz, offering her Cam's discarded pool cue. ''If you loose, we'll say it was Cam.'' The brunette joked.
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