Home » The Archives » Chapter 13 » Cold Front
| Re: Cold Front [message #776 is a reply to message #775] |
Wed, 25 July 2012 16:40   |
artisticrainey
Messages: 1228
Registered: July 2012
Location: Northern Ireland
Karma:
|
Field Commander
Switzerland |
|
|
Thursday, November 1, 2068, 4:45 p.m., Thunderbird Three's silo
Alan leaned his head back in the pilot's seat and stretched his arms out over his head with a loud groan. "Oh, God, it feels good to be back on Earth."
"How would you know?" Virgil asked, amused. "You haven't left Three yet."
Alan glared at his brother, who laughed. He shook his head. "You're awfully chipper. You must not have had too much to drink last night."
"I had enough for a buzz, but not enough to get plastered," Virgil replied, checking the silo's status. He and Alan couldn't really leave the silo until the exhaust and heat from their landing dissipated and it was safe to disembark. "Now, Callie... that was a different story. I don't know if she missed what Elise told her about the punch or what. What I do know is that Scott reported she was feeling no pain last night, and Mom said she was feeling plenty this morning. So was Mom, for that matter." He paused, shaking his head. "That's why I got tapped as co-pilot today. By the time we knew Callie wouldn't be space-worthy, Scott was already into his training session with Cassie."
"Y'know, I thought she didn't drink," Alan commented. He was writing up his flight log. "That's probably why she got drunk; she's not used to it."
"Yeah, that's likely. She'll know better next time... if there is a next time."
Alan got up and stretched again. "Gonna help me with post-flights?"
Virgil made a face, and sighed. "I guess I should. Fair warning, though: it's been a long time since I've done this for Three. Don't be surprised if I forget something."
They began taking read-outs from the various panels and gauges, then Alan asked, almost casually, "So, how was Nikki last night?"
"Gorgeous in that flamenco costume," Virgil replied, matching Alan's tone. "She looked like she was having a fine time."
He swore he could hear a slight "hrmph" coming from Alan's direction. "Who was she having that fine time with?"
A grin crossed Virgil's face, but he was turned away from his brother, so Alan couldn't see. "Oh, everybody, I think. Gordon, Brains, Dom, Will..." He sounded as if he was thinking hard. "Scott, John, Brandon, Luke..." He paused to let the names sink in, then went on. "Tyler and Alex... Josh... Rommel." The grin grew wider. "She had a fine time with just... everybody."
Alan glanced at his brother, who turned to him with an innocent smile. Frowning, he snorted and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right." There was a pause. "I notice you weren't on that list."
Virgil raised an eyebrow, and his voice turned speculative. "Wellllll, that's because I was having a fine time with someone else."
"I see." There was a pause, then Alan continued, sounding brisk and business-like. "Well, I'm back now, and I intend to show Nikki a better time than she had last night."
"Hey, if she likes you, then go for it." Virgil glanced over at Alan, catching his brother's eye. "Just don't make the same mistake you made with Tin-Tin, okay?"
Alan didn't reply, just looked thoughtful as he went back to his work.
  
|
|
|
|
Current Time: Wed May 01 19:56:32 EDT 2024
Total time taken to generate the page: 0.01082 seconds
|
International Rescue: The Next Phase
Search
Help
Members
Login
Home
