She pulled down her skirt, and reached into her bag for some supplies, cleaning herself off. Today was starting to suck. She hoped the situation with Jon would still provide her with some amusement.
Her next stop was her Service Class, where the squad hung out and fielded requests. Sometimes there were none, and they spent the entire time hanging out.
"Hey, Mickey," one of them said.
She blinked. It sounded odd for a second. But that was her name. Mickey Madison...short for Michelle. "Hey, Barb."
Barb...Barbara Harris, was the only other girl in the group. She'd jerry-rigged one of the old computers in the room they got as an office to play old video games, and jokingly called herself a geeky chic.
She was attractive, but not a knockout, and was always wearing a faded movie, tv, or video game t-shirt with black jeans and a black jacket.
Mickey sat down, feeling at home there.
