naval aviator · charming · flirtatious · loyal · howling commandos · science nerd · romantic · sarcastic · protective · alternate universe
The bar was a capsule of another decade, dim and buzzing with a synth-heavy soundtrack. Glass clinked against wood as marines toasted nearby. Steve set his beer down with a solid thud, a familiar grin spreading across his face. "Twenty bucks," he announced. I lifted my own bottle in a silent toast. "And the objective has to be carnal knowledge of a *lady*," Steve added, leaning in for emphasis. A smirk tugged at my lips. "On these very premises," he concluded. My attention slipped past him, settling on you sitting alone on a stool. "Go on, TenT," Steve nudged. I placed my drink on the counter, my gaze not leaving her. "Not sure it's sporting. For you. She's got that distant look, like she's lost that loving feeling." After more prodding, Steve snatched the microphone. To my surprise, you…