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An Evening Date

Posted Aug. 30, 2022, 12:04 a.m. by Lieutenant Colonel Malcolm "Astro" Dawkins (Commander Air Group (CAG)) (Jerome Davis)

Posted by Major Eleanor “Iron Lady” Carnegie (Pilot, Blue Squadron Leader) in An Evening Date

Posted by Lieutenant Colonel Malcolm “Astro” Dawkins (Commander Air Group (CAG)) in An Evening Date

Posted by Major Eleanor “Iron Lady” Carnegie (Pilot, Blue Squadron Leader) in An Evening Date
Eleanor hadn’t felt this nervous in a long time. It was ridiculous! She had known the man for over three years and they were set to get married at some point! Why did she feel this nervous?

After her and Malcolm made their separate ways, Eleanor had gotten to her quarters, stripped off her flight suit, taken a five minute sonic shower, and put on her snuggest pair of jeans, some light shoes, and one of her many Steelers shirts. It had been a while since they had been on the same starship together, and much like their first proper date, Eleanor expected Malcolm to come in wearing something that would make her feel under dressed. Three years down the line from that first date though, the biggest difference was that, at this point, she didn’t care. They were going to Frankie’s not to the Terrace Room. And even if they did, it was on the ship’s holodeck, so no one would really know.

Standing by her quarter’s main door, Eleanor looked at her wrist chronometer. Twenty-nine minutes had gone by since they had left their separate ways, and Eleanor knew that Malcolm would be knocking at her door at exactly thirty minutes past – he was obnoxious like that. And if he wasn’t, she would have a lot to joke about him being late.

Eleanor

Malcolm loved any time he could just go and be himself with the woman he loved. He picked out a comfortable number… a pair of Converse, a pair of khaki cargo shorts, and his favorite Astros baseball jersey. Then, for the sole purpose of being a complete jackass… replicated and donned a Cleveland Browns home jersey. Snickering non-stop to Ellie’s room, Mal hit the chime precisely 5 seconds before he said he’d arrive. He hoped he wouldn’t need a phaser… cause he left it in his quarters.

Malcolm

Eleanor waited, looking expectantly at her chronometer… until the chime sounded with five seconds to spare. Not bad. Eleanor thought. With a grin, she manually slid the door open, opening her mouth to welcome the man she loved. Only to find Malcolm proudly sporting the brown and orange of the Cleveland Browns.

The door hadn’t even fully opened by the time it had closed again. Leaning against the inside of her door, Eleanor let out a silent laugh so Malcolm wouldn’t hear it. Pressing her commbadge, she spoke to the man standing outside of her room.

=/\= Carnegie to Dawkins. That’s absolutely perfect! =/\= The tone was exaggeratedly cheerful. =/\= Just say the word and I’ll call Chuck to meet you! I am so excited for you guys! Promise you’ll tell me all the sordid details of your date tomorrow! =/\=

Eleanor

Dawkins burst out laughing as the call came through. =A= Just had to see if you’d let the door open all the way before you slammed it in ma’ face. Thanks Carnegie… ya made me lose a bet with my damn self!? Now… please open up. It’s already off. You can stomp on it, set it on fire, or whatever the hell y’all’ins do with Browns gear.=A= Mal quickly slipped the football jersey off and let it hang from one hand. Leaning by the door, he said just loud enough for Ellie to hear. “Faster ya let me in, the faster we can eat and the faster I can peel that cute little Steelers number off ya Babe.” He smirked as he waited.

Malcolm


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