Le dumbshit weeee
Four years, four years had he been fucking around and going ballistic with an admirals daughter Jester thought to himself. Christine Benjamin was Admiral William Benjamin's eldest and in his opinion? God what could he say about what she did behind her fathers back. "Earth to Heatherly! You okay?" Christine asked snapping her fingers in his face with only the sheets wrapped around her if someone barged into his room and housing. "Of course I'm okay, just thinking is all darling." The twenty-two year old soon to be graduate of the Naval Academy at Annapolis hummed and quickly pulled her into his lap by the sheets laughing as she let out a shriek and her hair seemed to bounce to. "You looked more zoned out and your doing to much thinking for a man who's as bare as the day he came into this world," Christine teased with her damned New York accent. God how he loved how it sounded on her voice. "For an admirals daughter you act an awful lot like a Vegas whore when he's not looking," the young man hummed and tilted her chin up to look at him. Christine grinned and whispered moving to get the sheets off her, "You seem to like when I act like a Vegas whore, I've never heard you complain." There was laughter after that and then silence again for a second before she spoke up again, "What if we got married?" Jester thought for a second before answering her "Well I suppose I'd have to ask your fat-" She cut him off abruptly "No you don't. We can just get dressed go down to the town hall and get married there if we wanted to." That stunned him for a second. He'd considered marriage before with her but never any sort of elopement. "Do you like the idea or not or can I persuade you in your preferred method?" Christine questioned playing with the dog tags he'd been giving a week prior for some reason.
