<<OOC: Ok so Outlook Express says this was sent yesterday for the deadline but alas I checked the database and it wasn't! Sorry Indy, but could you allow this for the week just gone as it was intended!! Cheers ~ Finny>> == /\ USS Chimera /\ ======= It was hard for Jack to resent the Colonel for the meeting they'd just had, but a part of him did and to be honest he didn't appreciate it. The Marine training in him however told him to take it on the chin and carry on, after all that was nothing compared to anything, just a light and polite warning. Pacing the deck he scratched his face slightly and sipped the coffee that the replicator had created for him. Ahh the computer, it had long been a musing of his to find out who the sultry voice of the computer was, perhaps it was some creators voice, or maybe even his wife. "Captain, is there something I can do for you?" came an inquisitive chefs voice from the galley just infront of Jack. "Got any scotch?" He looked questionably at the guy. "Is that a trick question? you know the Colonel has a prohibition law in place." "Right..." Jack pondered again. "But...it wouldn't be in place on the station now would it?" He let a sly grin creep across his face. "But...Captain!!" the Chef called out but it was too late, Jack had already set sail for alcohol and there wasn't anything that was going to purge the thoughts from him mind except the brown liquid he sometimes desires. After having avoided conversation with many people on his way over to the station Jack found pretty much the only bar left that would serve him on this station and took a seat. "Whisky, Neat. Leave the bottle." He dropped a few slips of latinum on the counter, a few slips more than was necessary mind. "Thank you sir" the girl behind the counter grinned. Tasting the whisky Jack winced slightly, it had been a while since he'd tasted it. Rubbing his face quickly he bit the bullet and took another sip, he winced again. Swallowing hard he downed the glass quickly and sighed quietly to himself as he refilled the glass himself. Eleven Glasses later and Jack had found himself talking to a pretty girl, who apparently loved a man in uniform, particularly a green collared one. "So then it turned out it was the fair ground owner!!" Jacks roaring laughter filled the tiny bar and a few of the regulars glanced up from their sorrowful moanings into the bottom of their pints. "Oh Jack, where have you been hiding?" Carla ran her fingers through her blonde hair before throwing it gently over her shoulders as she leant into place a subtle kiss on Jacks lips. "Quantico?" He pulled back and took another sip of whisky. "And that's another thing you know, that place can ruin a man. I've seen it!" he trailed off slightly before picking up again. "Things that would shock you to the core" he downed the glass again and almost immediately his vision became slightly hazy. "Riiight" she smirked at him. "Enjoying that aren't you" she pointed to the now half empty bottle. "I'm Enjoying you" he leant forward rather lasciviously and grabbed her hips kissing her in a way that only a drunk arrogant man can. "Lets take this bottle and go back to your quarters" Jack stood grabbing the bottle almost automatically. "Okay" she pouted emphasising the red lipstick she was wearing and stood from the stool, her red dress instantly flowing just above her knees as she did so. Next morning Jack awoke in unfamiliar surroundings, covered in only a sheet and the body of the girl who presumably lived here. "Morning Jacky" she smiled hugging him tightly. "What's your name?" Jack rubbed the sleep from his eyes and moved his arm around her. "Oh You!" she hugged him tighter. "You're such a joker!" A second later a tall brunette emerged from the bathroom wearing only Jacks green undershirt and a flower in her hair. "Gonna pretend you don't remember me aswell?" she slipped into the bed next to Jack and put his arm around her too. Nice. Looking about the room pretty pleased with himself Jack leant left into the brunette and caught a whiff of the flower in her hair. The smell was outrageously addictive and sent his heart racing. Leaning back on the bed further he looked at the ceiling eyes glazed over. === MCaptain Jack Walsh ODA Commander USS Chimera.