Mrs. Bradshaw

The dance party! (Part 4)

We got back to our room and Bob got ready to sleep.
"No Bob, we have something else to do," I said, slightly intoxicated.
He did not know how to respond so he just stood there for a second before he responded, "Ma'am I think that is a bad idea."
"You think having our own little dance party is a bad idea?" I asked slightly confused about what he meant. I raised my eyebrow confused. I then grabbed the radio that they provided us with. I turned the station to one that had classics like "California girls" by Miley Cyrus. I began to dance in the space between my bed and Bob's. He looked super surprised like he didn't know what to do. "Come on, Bob, dance!" I motioned for him to join in. Our window that was in our bedroom was open. People who were walking past on the outside looked in at us having fun. I was having so much fun dancing with Bob. We realized the time was now 0100 (1:00 am). I took a quick shower and so did Bob. How the bathroom situation works is the men all shared a bathroom and then there was one for women. I came back to my room with wet hair. I laid down and looked at the ceiling thinking about the day I have had. Who knew the navy could be fun!
"Goodnight Marie, sleep well," Bob said, turning off the lights.
"Goodnight Bob," I said as my eyes became heavy. We have a big day tomorrow I thought to myself as I fell asleep.
Our alarm went off at 0400 (4:00 am). We had only gotten 4 hours of sleep but we both knew most everyone would be hungover. Bob stayed in bed for another hour; we did not have to report for more training until 0600 (6:00 am). I brushed my hair and used gel to slick it back into a tight secure bun. This was the typical hairstyle for women in the navy. I began to get my flight suit on and got my boots laced up.
"Bob, it's time to get ready," I said, making sure he knew it was almost time for us to go.
"Okay give me a minute to get dressed," He said as he stretched his arms. He began to get dressed as I waited outside to walk with him to the place we would be reporting to. I waited for a couple minutes for Bob to be done changing. He finally came out of our room with his folder.
"Did you grab your folder with all your information?" Bob asked me.
"I have it right here," I said showing him the folder. We began to walk to an open area outside of the classrooms. It was outside of a hanger (a place where planes are kept). Bob and I were the first people there so we just waited patiently.
Maverick walked up to us and said, "You are both early you know that right?" We both nodded knowing we were only 10 minutes early.
"Did the time change?" I asked Maverick confused as to why no one was here.
"No the time is the same. Some people are not as punctual as you two," Maverick said to us. As he said that Rooster and one of the other girls came up to us. Rooster was talking to her which made my stomach feel twisted. I thought he might've liked me but now I feel like I was mistaken. The others came to the spot and talked amongst themselves while I looked off into space. Bob used his elbow to get my attention because I was looking off into the distance.
"You space out a lot you know that?" He said to me as I shifted my focus on him.
"Sorry it usually happens more when I am tired or stressed." I said as I smiled at him to tryb and reassure him.
"Alright everyone," Maverick began to speak to us. "Your task today is to show me what you have. We will be dog fighting today. I hope you all are ready and you will have to try to take me down. You will have a wingman for you two seaters. If you are not standing next to your backseater or your frontseater I would like you to move with them so I know what I am working with."
"That means I have to leave I will be rooting for you!" Bob said in a soft whisper. Once he moved I was standing between Coyote and Rooster. How could this get any worse for me.
"The first team to be going up against me is Angel and the two seaters will be PAyback and Fanboy. Good luck to you all." Maverick said to us. I couldn;t think about anything besides having to go first. What if we really screw this up.