morning after
Sep. 23rd, 2010 02:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hallelujahpilotShe has spent rougher nights; rougher nights in brigs, even. On way less sleep. That doesn't mean she feels any better walking into Quaritch's office, though.
(she's trying to ignore the bruises, and the fact that the damn table caught her right across her ass; she actually succeeds fairly well.)
She was the one who threw the first punch, so she gets to go first.
Lucky her.
(she's trying to ignore the bruises, and the fact that the damn table caught her right across her ass; she actually succeeds fairly well.)
She was the one who threw the first punch, so she gets to go first.
Lucky her.
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Date: 2010-09-23 05:37 am (UTC)"Yessir," Trudy says, meaning 'yes, I know' to both parts of what he said. She would just...like to try and avoid overtly saying 'yes, I knew you were there, and I did it anyway'.
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Date: 2010-09-23 06:20 am (UTC)Then, quietly, Quaritch smiles. "One other thing, Chacon. Good shot." That shouldn't even be audible outside of the office, and so help him if Trudy says anything to anyone about it. "Dismissed."
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Date: 2010-09-23 06:29 am (UTC)"Sir," she says, and leaves the room with her back straight.
Two weeks. It's a slap on the wrist.
She can handle that.
(One other thing, Chacon. Good shot.)
And it's totally, utterly worth it.
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Date: 2010-09-23 06:30 am (UTC)