It was late, almost midnight, but Mere was restless. She got like it time to time, and she’d never really worked out a fool proof method to get past it. Most of the time she just kept busy and rode it out, and tonight was a prime example.
She’d come off shift about 8, headed to the mess, swallowed down a reasonable example of fine American cuisine, before heading back to her quarters. Which is where it had struck, the overwhelming urge to do something, so changing into a t shirt and sweats, she run down to the gym and ran circuits for 40 minutes, until her breath came hard and fast, and sweat glistened across her skin, but still the feeling persisted.
Heading back, she’d showered, sat on the edge of the bed, before pacing the length of the room, texting a half dozen of her usual friends to see if they wanted to meet up, or hang out, scrolled through the list of negatives, and then changed into jeans, t shirt and her leather jacket. She’d drive down into town, grab a beer, and then wait for normal service to resume.
Hopefully before she came back on duty then next afternoon.
The drive was uneventful, and pulling into the lot of a favourite haunt, Mere glanced at the few cars left in the lot, factored in the day of the week, and realised it would be quiet, perhaps too quiet. Still, she wanted beer, they served beer, and there were other places to go if this one didn’t pan out. Her assessment proved to be accurate, the bar man was wiping down the counter top, a few barflies were hovering in their usual spots, and only two tables were occupied. Signalling the barman, Mere tossed him a smile as she slipped onto a stool, next to a red head eyeballing the TV. A red head that looked familiar
“Hey – 2nd Lt Wilson isn’t it?”
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