John was never particularly well kept but he’d clearly put some effort in and we ended up looking around the same on the smart to casual board which suited me fine. “Oi Jake! You’re late, asshat,” moaned John. “Just don’t forget you owe me for this huh, keep it nice,” I smirked. We arrived around 9:20 factoring in my tardiness and the short (but briskly taken) walk to the party. On arrival we went our separate ways. John to find his girl, me to find the nearest drink. I milled around with little interest, making idle conversation where it was available and doing my best to enjoy myself, and not think of the growing to do list on my desk. It was while my head was in the clouds that I spotted her. She walked through the crowd like she knew everyone but wasted no time in conversation. Her fiery red hair was tied in a bun at the back of her head, but a rebellious curled lock spun around her rosey, freckled face. My heart nearly stopped. I moved slowly, trying to keep my eye on her. Startled, he just managed to keep from spilling it as Ship's melodious voice giggled in his ear."Hot and black. Correct?"Carter had already taken a sip of the coffee. "Thank you, Ma'am. How did you know..." he began."Oh, you would be surprised at what I know," Ship returned, the assurance of her voice making Carter really wonder.Taking pity on him, Ship responded. "Your General has given me permission to access your database. And ... there are video cameras in the mess hall..." Well, however you did it, this is damn good coffee, and I appreciate it." You are welcome. Diana, and the other women, have shared many of their food and drink creations with me. All I do is duplicate them. Glad you like the coffee. Should you want more while you are guarding your prisoner, just hold your cup out and ask for a refill." You're gonna spoil me," Carter said with a laugh just as the prisoner let out a groan. A groan or grunt was about all he could make since the ball gag prevented anything more.
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