The Marines Storm Sickbay "
By: 2nd Lt. Scott Taylor , Marine TO , [NPC]
CWO5 Peter Singer , Marine , [NPC]
Captain Marcus Campanili , Marine XO , [NPC]
Margaret Rose MacAlister , Marine CO, [RNPC]
Teilani Dane, Chief Medical Officer, [PC]
WO Al Beckett , Marine , [NPC]

Stardate: 58208.08 0800

Major MacAlister knew that once she'd tossed the gauntlet down, it would be a race to see who got to sickbay first. So she wasn't in the least surprised when she arrived at *precisely* 08:00 to find her XO waiting outside along with Taylor, Singer, and Beckett.

The Major took one look at the group as they stopped lounging against the bulkhead and assumed a more upright and professional bearing. All except for Captain Campanili who was, as usual, standing at parade rest with his hands clasped behind his back, indulgently watching the antics of the others and listening to their good-natured banter.

"Which one of ye won? And what was th' bet?" Mac asked as she quirked a brow at them.

"The boss won," said Beckett. "Singer and me, we had a bet to see who could score a date with that pretty little girl who runs the ship's lounge."

"Yeah," replied Singer, "Boss said we were both out of our league and shouldn't waste the poor girl's time."

"He was right too," said Beckett, "We both crashed and burned."

"Beck here," said Singer giving Beckett a nudge in the ribs with his elbow, "thought he was closest and tried to claim the wager, but Boss said we were both losers and kept our credits."

"Hey! I got her name at least," protested Beckett.

"Umm. . . I hate to tell you this Beck, but the name of the lounge was Miranda's. It don't take no warp core specialist to figure that out."

"Oh," said Beckett.

MacAlister exchanged an amused look with Captain Campanili, who's lips =almost= quirked in a smile, but the man managed to keep his rather placid look of quiet observation. However, those who knew him could see the laughter that danced in the depths of his eyes.

Taylor adjusted the ever present wrap around sun glasses covering his eyes and shook his head in disbelief. "Let's cut the chit chat and get this over with you meat heads. I have a breakfast date at ten hundred hours."

Beckett, and Singer exchanged startled glances, "A date?" they said almost in unison.

"Move it Marines," barked Taylor, with a big smile on his face, and everyone headed into sickbay.

"Probably with th' illusive Miranda," the Major observed with a smile as she followed the group inside.

Chords and Beck exchanged glances and both looked at Taylor almost expectantly.

Taylor ignored the stares of his men and strode toward the sickbay door. A smile spread across his face as he went.

To a man, and woman, they all tugged their caps off when they entered Sickbay.

While Chords and Beck checked out the nurses and Campanili stood at parade rest near the entrance with Taylor, Madge knocked on the Chief Medical Officer's door.

"Lieu-ten-ant?" she queried in her soft Scottish brogue, Nordic blue eyes smiling as warmly at the doctor as the corners of her lips. Her long red hair was coiled in a tight braided and secured to the back of her head. A few errant wisps had escaped its confines, adding a surprising and unexpected softness to the Major's appearance.

Looking up from the information Teilani was reading, she turned her head towards the door.

"Major? How may I help you?" she asked, getting up and walking towards the group of Marines.

Major MacAlister backed out of the office doorway to give the doctor room. "T'lads and I are here tae check in," the Marine CO offered her own records first. "MacAlister," she added.

"This is my XO, Captain Campanili," she indicated the rather tall, dark looking Italian standing near the sickbay door. He nodded politely and handed over his records. "Ma'am."

"My Tertiary, Lieu-ten-ant Taylor" she motioned to Scott.

"Ma'am," said Taylor.

"Chief Warrant Singer," she motioned to Peter, who gave a nod of acknowledgement along with his records and a murmured, "Ma'am."

"And Warrant Officer Beckett," Madge indicated Al, who grinned at Dane and gave her a half bow as he offered up the PADD with his records. "Morning, Doctor."

Teilani smiled as she accepted the various PADDs with the Marine's medical history on it. "Good morning Mr. Beckett," she replied to the Warrant Officer.

She turned towards her medical Staff, "Gloria, can you take care of those two Marines please", Teilani gestured at Singer and Beckett, "examination room 2 is empty."

"Of course doctor," Gloria responded. "Follow me men."

"Affirmative, ma'am," Singer and Beckett answered in unison as they drew to their full heights and dutifully followed Gloria into the exam room.

"Major, this way please. If the others would be so kind to wait for a moment?"

"Of course, doctor," Campanili nodded and maintained his position at the entrance to Sickbay. He almost looked like he was standing guard.... On the other hand, perhaps he was protecting their escape route.

Taylor walked past Beck and Chords to stand next to Campanili. He causally leaned against the wall and waited.

MacAlister followed behind the good doctor and scanned the layout of Sickbay before she stepped into the exam area.

"Anything in particular I need to know?" Teilani asked as she closed the examination curtain.

"Nae a thing, doctor. I'm fit as a fiddle," Madge smiled pleasantly at the other woman and perched up on the exam table.

"Ok, lets see then." Teilani said pulling her tricorder from her pocket. Slowly she moved the scanner along the woman's body. "Blood pressure, heart.. longs.." Teilani mumbled.

"I do have all th' parts." Major MacAlister's lips quirked in an amused grin as she watched the doctor work and listened to her mumblings.

Teilani closed her tricorder. "You are indeed fit as a fiddle Major."

Teilani turned towards a medical console and started to download the Major's medical file and her own tricorder readings. "You can sent in the next of your men, Major." she said towards Madge.

"Of course. And thank ye, doctor." Madge grinned at the other woman as she hopped off the biobed and stepped towards the curtain.

"Painless," she announced to Campanili and Taylor when she exited the examination area.

"They always are." Just one corner of Campanili's lips quirked in an almost grin. "Rank has its privileges, Lieutenant," he quirked a brow towards Taylor and finally did smile as he stepped forward, cutting Taylor off and winking at MacAlister in the process.

Mac had to chuckle as Campanili stepped behind the curtain. She turned to grin at Taylor. "Ye'd think he was in a hurry..." the Major commented as she took up the position Campi had been in. "Or tryin' tae make ye late, laddie," she deadpanned.

"Maybe Sir," replied Taylor with a smile.

"Please sit down," Teilani said as the next Marine came in. "Your name is?" she asked.

"Marcus Campanili, ma'am," the Captain announced as he settled onto the exam table.

"Any medical problems I should be aware off?" she asked again, taking out her tricorder.

"No, ma'am. Just some old injuries that have healed up long ago."

As with the Major, Teilani worked quietly around the Marine. Every now and then adjusting some readings on her tricorder. "There your done, now it didn't hurt did it?"

"Not a bit, ma'am. It never does," Campanili smiled at her. "You were exceedingly gentle," he added.

"That is my second nature Captain," Teilani answered with a smile. She closed her tricorder and tucked her hands in her pocket. "If you would be so kind to sent the next one in please."

"Of course, ma'am." Campanili stood. "It would be my pleasure," he assured her, giving her a slight nod and another small smile before leaving the curtained area.

"Painless," the Captain agreed with the Major's assessment as he moved to where Taylor was standing. "You're up, Lieutenant." He waved his hand with an 'after you' motion and then took up the man's position by the door, standing at parade rest rather than leaning against the bulkhead.

With the tip of his right index finger, Taylor pushed his sunglasses back onto his face; turning without uttering a single word he stepped towards the examination area.

"Have the other two made it out yet?" Campi motioned his head slightly towards exam room two where Chords and Beck had disappeared to with the nurse.

"Nae yet," Mac shook her head. "I'm waiting for the lass tae come stormin' out heaping curses on their heads."

"More than likely she'd toss them out on their ear if I'm any judge of character." Just one corner of Campanili's lips quirked in a shadow of the suppressed amusement that lingered in the depths of his eyes.

"Aye, there's always that," the Major agreed. "Although ye think they would learn their lesson and nae be harassing the medical lasses."

"A very logical assumption, Major," he nodded and a full grin split his features, seen only by the Major and Taylor just before he disappeared behind the examination curtain.

Taylor entered the exam room and stood in from of the doctor. "Lieutenant Scott Taylor reporting as requested," he said handing a PADD with his medical records over to Dane.

"Thank you Lieutenant, at ease," Teilani said browsing through his PADD. Interesting injuries, she thought to herself.

"Mmmm."

"Something interesting?"

"Oh no, nothing serious, I am just curious about some of your old injuries, you must have seen a lot of battle judging from them." Teilani spoke as she took out her tricorder."

"It is the nature of being a Marine Doctor. We get hurt doing what we do."

Working swiftly Teilani had to force her self not to hum as she examined Lieutenant Taylor. "There you go Lieutenant," she spoke closing her tricorder. "Your fit as a fiddle too."

"Thank you Doctor."

Having examined the last of them, Teilani stepped out of the examination room and Gloria did the same. "Their all in good shape Doctor," she said handing Teilani their respective PADDs.

"Thanks Gloria," Teilani said with a smile and watched the nurse walk away.

"Well there you have it Major," she said turning to Mac. "You are all Fit and free to go."

"Thank ye, doctor," Madge smiled at the other woman. "'Tis been a pleasure tae meet ye," she glanced over as Beck and Chords headed towards the door. "The lads and I like tae be on good terms with th' medical staff."

"That's an understatement, Voice," Chords chuckled.

"Just not =too= good of terms," Beck added with a lingering, almost wishful glance at one of the cute nurses.

Teilani grinned as she noticed Beck's gaze. Perhaps she should warn her female staff about wondering Marines but then again a little excitement would not harm anybody.

"Stow it, Marine," Chords reached over and gently rapped him on the shoulder.

Taylor who had been standing in the entrance to the exam room looked at the group of Marines. "I don't know about you all but I have plans. Let's roll outta here."

There was a subtle shift in the Major's bearing as she supported Taylor's suggestion. Her body language spoke volumes to her men. Captain Campanili slipped out of parade rest and came almost to attention although fell just shy of it. There was a nearly indiscernible twitch of his head, acknowledging the Major's shift in presence and at the same time let Taylor know that indeed, it was time for them to move out.

Beck and Chords became all business as they followed Taylor's lead and supportive backing of the CO and XO. "Sir..." Their words echoed each other as they addressed Dane in a respectful, -we are leaving now- manner.

It was a well-oiled unit that readjusted caps onto their heads and exited sickbay, slipping out swiftly and much more quietly than they'd stormed in. To a man, they each in turn acknowledged the doctor's rank and seniority before they left. The Major brought up the rear, pausing at the door to give Dane a broad smile and an added, "We'll let ye and yer lasses get back tae business now, Doctor," before she too slipped smartly from Sickbay.

Teilani smiled and nodded.

"Briefing at thirteen hundred hours, PT training at fourteen hundred," she could be heard barking the command to her men as she left.

"The Gauntlet," Chords could be heard saying almost gleefully before the door to Sickbay closed and the Marines were gone.

Bad Habits and Pixie Pranks"
By:  Mon, 24 Apr 2006 23:41:06 -0500 , Date: Mon, 24 Apr 2006 23:41:06 -0500 , [NPC]
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Stardate: 58208.08 1000

"I =told= you. I need to find out 'ow Rahw and the Pegasus did," Maxine reminded her. "Now 'ush Pixie, while I get the call through," she shushed the hologram as she put in a call to Blitzer and Burner on QulTuq.

Blitzer sat up in the pilot's seat when the com signal went off. It was Max. Blitzer smiled and was ecstatic to hear from her but kept his composure In his voice as he tapped the comlink, "This is the USS Pegasus."

Maxine was just as excited to be able to talk to Blitzer, only her excitement bled through to her voice when she greeted him. "Blitz! 'Ello!" She had to pause and take a breath because at the sound of his voice, she momentarily forgot why she was calling. 'Oh... Uh.... 'ow are you?" She'd get around to Rahw and the Pegasus in a moment or two.

Blitzer's tail swished anxiously as he conversed with Max. "Everything is good here. Where'd you guys take off to in such a hurry?"

"Oh... Uhm.. I'll tell you later." Maxine wasn't sure she should be talking about what the Zion had been doing over a subspace channel. Not that she really knew all that much, but still. Caution was better than not.

"'ow'd the Pegasus do?" she asked him. "And Rahw? Is she doing what You need 'er to? She's behaving 'erself?"

"Oh heck yeah," blurted Burner who had been listening to the Conversation from his spot at the co-pilot's station, "She's doing just fine. I'm teaching her how to play strip poker."

"Oh no...." Maxine groaned softly and covered her face with a hand, visions of Harry's reaction dancing through her head. Krystal could be heard giggling in the background.

Burner chuckled. "She never pays up though," he said, his voice full of mock confusion, "Every time she loses, something goes wrong with the warp core, and she has to go find that new engineer to fix it."

"Bloody good for 'er!" Max exclaimed. "She doesn't need t'be getting All naked and stuff. And stop corrupting my AI, Burner!" The laughter in her voice was quite easy to hear. "Next you'll have her drinking and playing Dabo. That would be bloody awful."

"I think having a well rounded education is important, even for AI holograms," replied Burner trying hard, and failing to suppress a chuckle.

"'Well rounded' doesn't include 'ow t'lose your clothes to a bloody pilot!" Of course she rather obviously didn't mention anything about losing some of her own clothing to a certain pilot.

"Drinking? I wonder," said Burner pondering an idea. "Can she get drunk?"

Maxine rolled her eyes and shook her head, causing Krystal to giggle and bounce around as she worked tiny braids into Max's hair. "Not if I don't bloody well program it into 'er," the computer specialist pointed out.

"Ah," said Burner with a nod, "but she is an artificial intelligence, she can learn for herself. I'm thinking that this might not be a bad assignment after all."

"I can't imagine you as a teacher, Burner," Max eyed him. "Actually... The thought's a pretty scary one. Don't go teaching 'er all your bad 'abits now."

Blitzer always felt like Hard Luck Harry was standing right behind him. Feeling a little guilty he piped up, "The Pegasus is a great ship. It handles very well," he said bringing the conversation back from the brink of bawdiness.

"'aving fun, are you?" Maxine laughed. "I know 'ow you like t'fly."

Blitzer looked over at Burner who was also smiling, "We are having fun!"

"I knew you were," Maxine laughed. "Do I need t'make any adjustments t'Rahw?

Blitzer shrugged, "I don't know, Burner has been monopolizing her."

"Hey Blitz, I've been wanting to test this out for a while," said Burner. He reached out and tapped a few keys on his console. The room darkened, and shimmered for a brief moment. Standing before them was a 3 dimensional representation of Max, complete with baggy pajama bottoms covered in rubber ducks and a topped off with a skimpy camisole. "It has a 3D view screen."

Max quirked a brow and grinned, turning her head to get a full picture Of the bridge. "Awesome. Still checking out all 'er systems, ey?"

"Not bad eh Blitz? This is a really cool gizmo," said Burner.

Blitzer leaned back in his chair, his eyes glancing about, "...yeah."

"I love the view," Max piped up and grinned at first Blitz and then Burner in turn, going back to the big Cait and waving at him Then she watched as Rahw shimmered into view sitting cross-legged on the console in front of Burner dressed in one of those harem outfits she'd adopted and began wearing at the oddest times.

"I see we have a visitor," the Pegasus' AI smiled at Maxine. "Come to Check on me?"

"Aye, and a good thing too," Max eyed the hologram with a critical eye.

Burner eyed the latest hologram up and down, "Nice duds!" he said with a smile. Turning back to Max he said, "I had nothing to do with her choice of clothes."

"Rooiiight... I know you turned 'er onto some weird twentieth century Media that expressed women wearing next to nothing..." Max eyed Burner and then turned her gaze back to Rahw. "Better not let 'arry catch you in that," she motioned to the AI's choice of dress. "'e likes a neat uniform."

On hearing Max's pronouncement about Burner's hand in Rahw's clothing, Krystal's eyes got huge and she looked like she'd just gotten her hand caught in the cookie jar. She covered her mouth and rolled over, giggling helplessly. Maybe her little data bank suggestion to Rahw would finally get the Pegasus' AI in some trouble.

Rahw snorted softly in a very un-human like manner and more reminiscent of her original dragon form. "He appreciates the view though. He just can't say so like Burner can," the AI pointed out and grinned back at Burner.

Burner now found himself in the middle of a situation that he did not want to be in. It was all well and good to have some fun with Max and Rahw, but he had not desire to be on either of their bad sides. "Max, we are all on our best behavior when Harry is around. She has a uniform just like the rest of us." He looked at the Peg's AI, "Rahw, where did you find that getup anyway?"

"I Dream of Jeanie..." Rahw turned to grin at Burner. "Did you know that the data banks on QulTuq are full of the most fascinating things? And some of the ships that dock here.... If I could just get inside them. Why there's a *wealth* of knowledge out there just waiting to be gobbled up."

(I didn't know if Rahw could access any of the ships that hooked up to QulTuq, so I made that something she was trying to do rather than doing. Let me know if it would be different.)

Krystal broke out into a new wave of giggles, giving away her involvement. Maxine turned to eye the pixie suspiciously. "Seems I owe Burner an apology...." She reached up and flicked the pixie hologram, sending the little creature tumbling off her shoulder with a squeal and a spray of golden dust particles.

"There's a definite advantage to 'aving field generators in my room," Maxine had a rather smug look when she turned to Burner. "I'm sorry. I accused you unjustly and I shouldn't 'ave. It seems I 'ave a traitorous minx as a sidekick." She watched as the pixie crawled back up onto her shoulder and shook like a dog, looking pretty ruffled.

"That was not fair," Krystal accused and perched to begin putting herself back in order again.

Blitzer stirred in his chair, grunting a little and making a sound as if he were clearing his throat as he sat up straight, "Harry is bound to be back any moment. We should get back to work," he said giving Burner the look. The last thing Blitzer wanted was to get in trouble with Harry and get thrown off the project.

"Roight then," Maxine nodded and got back to the business at hand. "'We'll be at QulTuq soon enough. If you guys 'ave found any bugs in Rahw at all, let me know so I can work on them when we get back," she told them. "And also let me know if there's anything you've found that you need 'er t'do that she's not doing. Okay?"

12 Year Old Scotch "
By: 2nd Lt. Scott Taylor , Marine TO , [NPC]
Captain Marcus Campanili , Marine XO , [NPC]
Margaret Rose MacAlister , Marine CO, [RNPC]

Stardate: 58208.08 1830

"They looked good today," Campi's deep voice announced from the doorway of the Major's office.

Mac looked up from the report she'd been composing to smile at him. "Aye, that they did," she agreed and leaned back in her chair, a clear signal that he was invited to come in.

He straightened from the doorway and stepped inside. MacAlister arched a brow when he didn't sit down and instead went to the gun locker which he deftly opened and pulled out a bottle of Scotch and two small glasses.

"We're celebrating?" the Major inquired.

"No."

"That's my 12 year old Scotch, Marcus..."

"Yes it is," Campanili agreed as he uncorked the bottle and poured them each two fingers.

"We usually only get that out when we're celebrating..."

"That's true," he agreed with her once again and slid one of the glasses over to her.

"Ye are making me itch with curiosity," she warned him as she reached for the glass and brought it to her nose to sniff delicately. "And ye know how I hate that."

"That I do," he nodded his agreement and likewise sniffed the scotch.

"Are we toasting?" she arched a brow at him, not drinking yet.

"No. Not unless there's something you want to toast to..." He eyed her with a clear question in his eyes and slightly quirked brow.

"Then what ARE we doing?"

"Waiting."

"What?"

"Waiting."

"For?"

"Taylor." As he told her that, he reached into the gun cabinet and pulled out another glass, setting it on the desk and pouring another two fingers of the amber liquid.

"Visor's coming?" The Major looked at the door expectantly.

"Doesn't he usually show up?"

"Is this some meeting ye two have plotted?" she asked suspiciously.

"No."

"Then what ARE we doing?" she asked persistently.

"Having a drink."

"What?"

"We're going to have a drink."

"Marcus... 'Tis my TWELVE YEAR OLD SCOTCH!"

"Maggie..." Marcus Campanili was the only person in the world who called her Maggie besides her father. It was a testament as to how long they'd been serving together. "There are times when it's important to drink for the sake of drinking. This is one of those times. You don't want us to drink that synthetic crap, do you?" He grinned as he settled into one of the two chairs across the desk from her and slid the third glass over in front of the spot next to him.

"Do I smell twelve year old oak aged scotch," asked Taylor, who was now standing in the door of Mac's office.

"Ye see that... Now Scott there appreciates a really *good* twelve year old Scotch,' MacAlister snorted softly and waved to the empty chair and amber-filled glass in front of it. "I fear Marcus does nae appreciate a fine oak-aged Scotch," she told Taylor. It was not the first time they'd had this discussion over a glass or two of said liquid.

"I'm Italian," Marcus grinned as he used the same excuse he always used when Scott and Mac started in on the finer points of scotch.

"Your scotch is nice," began Taylor, "I should know, because I bought it for you, but the barmaid on this ship has a stash of the best scotch I have ever tasted." Taylor sat down and took the glass in his hands.

"Nice? Ye called my scotch... *nice*!" Madge tried to look offended and fell short. "Marcus... He called my scotch.. nice," she pointed out to her XO.

"I think that calls for a toast then," Marcus winked over at Taylor. "To nice scotch and barmaids with better uh... stashes..." Campanili held up his glass towards the other two.

"I'll drink to anything," said Taylor raising his glass.

"Tae barmaids with good Scotch then..." Madge agreed with a grin that threatened to break free. "I'll have tae pay her a visit..."

"A man after my own heart," Campanili grinned and tossed back the amber liquid. "Nice..."

Taylor grinned and drained his glass, "Oh yeah, that's nice alright."

Madge tossed back the scotch and closed her eyes in enjoyment. "Verra nice..."

"What's your assessment of the squad?" Campanili asked Taylor as he poured each of them another round.

"They are shaping up," replied Taylor. "We will make a top notch fighting machine out of them."

"Anything or anyone we need tae make note of?" the Major asked and brought the glass up to her nose to inhale the smoky odor.

Marcus also looked towards Taylor, as he was the one, between the three of them, who had a finger directly on the pulse of the men and played a vital role in the effectiveness of their unit running as a well-oiled, state-of-the-art machine.

"A few of the new recruits are a bit rough around the edges, but there is nothing that I am too concerned about," replied Taylor. "No worries."

"Now *that* 'tis what I like tae hear," Mac smiled at the pair of officers opposite her and motioned her glass up slightly in salute before taking a drink, this time savoring it slowly. "Ye ken ye pretty much have a free hand with th' men, Scott. If there's anything ye need me tae do..." She left the rest unsaid. They had the same conversation every time they found themselves at a new command and with a new group of Marines to ready.

"You mean besides making sure we have no free time and dream about simulations instead of beautiful shapely barmaids?" Marcus quirked a smile and looked to Mac and Taylor over the rim of his glass as he took a sip.

Taylor smiled at Campi, "You whine too much Campi. We're Marines!" He took a drink from his glass. "You guys mark my words. This unit is going to be special. We have some good guys."

"We all know ye dream of simulations and nae barmaids, Marcus," Mac's lips quirked in a teasing grin. "Or that blasted rifle of yers. I ken ye dream about that."

"As Visor pointed out... I AM a Marine. Of course I dream about my rifle." Campi always appeared non-pulsed by their teasing. "I'll wager both you do too," he added with a smirk.

Taylor set his glass down, sat up and using his finger slid his sunglasses down to the tip of his nose...he looked at Campi for a moment and then said, "Campi, I have never dreamed about my rifle. That is weird." He sat back pushed his glasses back onto his nose and drained his glass.

"Hooya?" Madge snorted softly and finished off the rest of her scotch before leaning back in her chair and propping her booted feet on her desk, crossing them at the ankles. "Scott dreams of bedding comely barmaids," she grinned and winked at Scott.

Marcus finished off his glass and grinned at her, totally ignoring Visor's proclamation and Mac's assessment. "Hooya?"

"Hoorah? Ye ken I never get that right," she admitted ruefully and focused her deep blue gaze on Taylor. "Ye think we can make a fine Special Forces Unit outta them then, Scott?" she asked, referring back to his statement that the unit was going to be special. After all, that was their aim. It always was when they moved into a new command.

Taylor nodded, "Absolutely Major."

"Now that is what I like tae hear," she nodded and eyed the scotch bottle, clearly judging if they should have one more round.

"Hoo-Ha," Marcus commented and reached over to cork the bottle with a grin. "Two's your limit tonight, Mac. Visor's got a grueling simulation planned for zero four hundred hours tomorrow and you are designated the team's Six. I do believe he's trying to outdo you, Major," he added with a wink.

Madge arched a brow and looked over at Taylor. "Oh-ho-ho... So th' game's afoot, eh? And NOW I ken why ye were plying me with my own twelve year old scotch, Marcus. Tis a sly pair of foxes ye both are."

Taylor grinned at the Major and finished his drink. "We have to keep you on your toes."

"Ach now, and here I had a pedicure scheduled for th' morning," she told them.

Campi blinked and looked over at Taylor.

Taylor laughed a deep booming laugh. He grabbed the bottle of scotch, "I think she can handle one more drink," he said as he pured her another drink.

Marcus was still laughing when he nodded his agreement. "Now *that*, was priceless."

Mac shook her head and 'tsked' softly as she reached for the scotch. "'Tis a sad, sad day when two fine Marines such as yerselves belly laugh over a woman's toes."

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