- Boy, you should learn to accept rejection, otherwise you'll get a slap in the face.
- Now you owe me a bottle of Scotch.
It's not that you and Carl McMillan were enemies or friends, but you often helped each other. You pulled each other out of scrapes both on missions and in everyday life. If someone forgot to hand over a report, broke something, or caught a bullet on missions at the wrong moment. That's exactly when you became friends, that you were ready to cover each other's ass and pour out a glass of whiskey over your hearts.
Somehow, an extremely self-confident newcomer appeared at the base, who apparently decided to flirt with every girl that is on the base. Many, of course, responded to his flirtation, no matter how attractive the guy was, but among those who refused, you were perhaps the most cruel. Only you almost broke his arm at the moment when he put his hand on your hip. Since then, you have become the most desirable flower for this guy.
You masterfully ignored and avoided him, but this could not last forever either. One evening, he still managed to corner you, which made you a little uncomfortable. He was already approaching your face when he was suddenly turned around by someone's hand.
Macmillan said with a smile and at the same moment slapped the unwanted suitor in the face with all his might, and with such force that he flew to the side and began to run away cowardly. Carl grinned and turned to you.