Snippet #1902049

Vivian

The friendly confrontation rolled out in front of Vivian, which she politely tuned out. Anticipation coursed through her veins, barely keeping excitement at bay. She waited for the needless flirting in disguise of bickering faded and for the Captain to answer what everyone was waiting for. What was the plan? Who was going, and who was being left behind? Names rolled off the tip of his tongue, leaving an open question between the TAF Officers.

Vivian turned to her partner, eyebrows raised and lips parting to beg for the opportunity, but Trey beat her to the punch. "You don't mind if I...” he said, pleading with puppy dog eyes. Her lips closed, quietly contemplating arguing how much she loved the off-ship exploits. Mentally she pushed the thoughts from her mind. Trey loved them just as much, and she’d gone on the last time. At least if he went, she would get first crack at whatever treasures they brought back.

It was with a shy she relented, spreading her arms in defeat. “Alright, you go. But I have conditions! You have to bring back pictures, tell me every detail, and it’s my turn next time.”

She smiled, slightly envious. It wasn’t long before the benefits of staying behind came to mind. For one, she recalled the mouth-watering scent of gumbo coming from the kitchens down the way, and hunger reared its ugly head once more. For two, company was less than favourable… she could avoid the Captain’s persistence and Durand’s cold barbs at the same time. Her posture relaxed.

Vivian sat down in a empty chair, glancing over at Hanlon; “It appears we’re to be left behind this time.”