by Kenovay
"Bloom! Come oooonn." The Scot bounced on his toes. "Just a quick one." He grinned widely.
"Oh, hey, that's flattering. It can wait till bloody shore leave, you randy little sod. I'm not keen to be discharged."
"Bullshit! They can't do that any more."
"Billy, my record isn't exactly spotless. They could easily get me. And they can for fucking about on duty, regardless of gender. Dipshit."
"I love the little pet names you have for me." Boyd grinned. "Fucktard."
"Oh, piss off back to Scotland, you little twat."
The grin spread. "Oh, you know I would, in a heartbeat. Fuck this for a lark."
"Boyd! Bloom!" The sharp voice made them both stand a little straighter, and salute. "Bloom, I want those co-ordinates by the time you come off duty."
"Aye, sir."
"Boyd, are you on duty?" Captain Bean raised his eyebrows.
"No, sir."
"Do you want to be on duty?"
"No, sir."
"Piss off then."
"Aye, sir." Boyd grinned quickly at Orlando and slipped through the door.
"Bloom, co-ordinates."
"Aye, sir."
"And make them good. Commodore McKellan is keen to see them."
"Aye, sir." Orlando brought his hand up to his head again.
Captain Bean nodded, and saluted. Orlando waited for a few minutes, and smirked as Boyd's head came through the door again. "He gone?"
"No, he's hiding under the table." Orlando grinned.
"Ha ha. So, come on then."
Orlando folded his arms and stared Billy down. "Make me," he repeated.
