Delta's Eye

Chapter 2; Dinner and Drinks

"I knew it, how much trouble boss?" Javlin was on London and I in an instant as soon as we left the General's room. Javlin was already stripped down to his jeans and a purple wife-beater. It was the first time I noticed his new tattoo. It was of a wolf head, just the head...kinnda sitting on his shoulder. Rather odd, in my opinion.

"Not much really, not allowed on base for twenty-four hours so it'll work out great," I said as Jagger fell in with us. "What are you gonna do, Jav?" Jagger was down to a pair of basketball shorts and some sandles. His shirt had mysteriously disappeared. I noticed that London was eyeing him. Lucky dog.

"Well I was thinking that I'd go buy me some Twinkies and head back to the house forra few. What'bout you, Jagger?"

"Catch up on sleep. Captain?"

"I'm thinking dinner and drinks. What about you, London? You gonna go home?"

"I umm...no."

"Why not?" I asked as Javlin and Jagger peeled off to the F-150 that Javlin had bought just days before.

"Home is gone. Momma said that if I joined the military, I would have no home." She looked down to my feet. There was no way I could just do nothing.

"You have my couch, London," I said as I slapped her on the back. I knew that the other guys wouldn't take her in, that and this would be a great time to bond. She looked at me rather oddly, but then finally agreed. I'm sure that it was as a last resort.

As my life were to be, somehow our plans quickly changed after the taxi dropped us off at my front door. The plan of "dinner and drinks" evolved into sitting on my couch playing Call of Duty with some kids from Kentucky. Needless to say, London and I kicked ass. After two or three games, she decided to raid my refridgiorator and make supper. I can honestly say that I never knew she could cook.

"Hey, James; I made some steak. How do you like yours?"

"Medium-well, girl." I layed down on my soft leather couch and looked up to the celing. It looked like shit. "London, I change my mind."

"On the steak? Make up your mind."

"No, not the steak. You take the king, I'll sleep on the couch," I said to her as she walked out of the kitchen. She put her hands on her hips and glared at me.

"Say what now?"

"You can have my bed. But I get the couch."

"Why?"

"Because I like the couch."

"So?"

"My house, my rules," I said with a smile. I knew that she would do whatever I said any way. Now, simply to save time and not to side-trac from my amazing tale, I'll skip a little bit. It started to get dark around seven thirty that night, and a storm was setting in. As soon as the first raindrop hit my roof, London and I took up refuge on the couch to watch a movie and eat our hearts out.

I love popcorn. Always have, always will. London, however, hated it. Always did, always would. Naturally she told me this, so I held her down at made her eat some. I can honestly say that I'm suprised that my hands are still attatched to my arms.