Thread: Rape Camp (skittish_butterfly & littlerooster)

Jen listened to the big Sergeant explain how she wouldn't even be competing against bigger men, but still might want to quit. She furrowed her brow, not knowing what to do with the impossibility of her quitting just to avoid a challenge. Avoid banging my head against the wall? You're older than me so maybe you forgot, or maybe you were the golden boy in Basic and so you didn't go through what I did, but Basic to me felt like months of bang-your-head-against-the-wall training, like the army was little else but that. I think I can handle it. Jen kept the confident smile on her face even as he looked back at her kind of ruefully, like she was a kid who just didn't know any better. Let him try going through Basic fending off half advances from half the instructors, and jealous or petty retributions from the others. She'd just have to prove herself all over again here, that's how life worked. She hoped the Sergeant would be around long enough to be proven wrong. The waitress came back and poured more coffee, annoying Jen who'd hoped they could have left before she had to endure more of the girl's stupid flirting. This time she didn't just sit back. Excuse me, honey, the Sergeant and I were talking, a real conversation. The girl looked like she might accidentally spill the coffee somewhere it didn't belong and Jen glared at her, letting her know the cost would be a broken nose or worse. With a toss of her red hair the waitress stomped off, stealing a stupid look back at the Sergeant, that sort of call me look that made her look more like a whore than a waitress to Jen. Jen ignored the way the Sergeant looked at her, not wanting to deal with it, not sure she understood it herself. She wasn't rude by nature, but from time to time, when pushed into a corner it came out. Where was the corner here, though? She had good sight lines at the table and the Sergeant watching her back. Didn't totally make sense. So, where were we, right, what we could do. She'd thought about it while the coffee was pouring and the flirtations flying. Jen glanced at the waitress back at the counter, saw her glaring right back at her. Whatever. Do your job girl. Do you know any nice off-road trails? We could go for a run. Admittedly, my pack is a little light, but I've got my boots. If he tried to keep up with her, maybe that would show him she wasn't kidding around here. Or how about a shooting range? Some targets or those clay pigeons? Second in her class. He'd see. There's just one problem though. Stupid army didn't bother telling me about this layover deal, so all I've got is this one bag of 'personal effects' without any change of clothes -- I assumed the army was providing the gear, you know. All I've got is my dad's medals and some personal stuff hair brush, toothbrush, wallet and phone, like that. Not even all that chick shit you'd probably just laugh about, and, well, no clothes. If we're going to be here overnight or, well, how long did they say? Anyway, I'm gonna need something to wear tomorrow. Is there some sort of budget for that? And will I get in trouble then for carrying more than my one bag when we arrive? I suppose I could just buy a change of underwear and find a washing machine to spiff up my khakis and I could wear them again. Then I could just dump the extra undies before we went to the base, if that really mattered. What do you think the rule is on that? Of course I guess if we're supposed to be working on infiltrating and all, sometimes a washing machine or clothing store might not be around, so... but this isn't part of that training. Is it? And all in all, she just didn't want to be looking or smelling like a deep-cover field operative around the Sergeant.