Work And Play Drabble 15

15.Heartfelt Apology

For the first time in his life Washington didn't have a clue on what was the best way to rectify things.

He had been standing outside CT's room for the past half an hour like a statue, getting nowhere in his quest of coaxing her out. Ever since she voiced her disgust regarding the Director's plans of separating the best from the bad of Freelancers according to the score board, she maintained her distance from him for the rest of the day. Within an hour they were meant to go to Turf together for a quiet drink together.

And right now he was beginning to lose his will in his attempts to try and make her understand. From past experience he knew this was not going to be easy at all. Well, perhaps it would do him the world of good if he took one last shot at it.

"Connie, just because I am in the top six doesn't mean to say that I'm much better than you in any way whatsoever," Washington tenderly reassured, keeping his voice low and gentle so she was able to hear him. "I mean, if you don't consider yourself a valuable member then why would the Director invited you to join Project Freelancer in the first place? Just think about it for a second."

Washington fell into silence, listening closely for any movements behind the closed door. Still, there was no reply from her. Just as he was about to say something further in the chances of pacifying things, a soldier walked past while giving him a somewhat strange look. The Freelancer could have sworn he was called a weirdo before the marine marched onwards.

He softly tapped on the door, letting her know of his presence. "Listen, if I said something that was out of line then I'm deeply sorry. We shouldn't let this so-called difference get in between us. You know how I feel about you, Connie. I've always said you were a fine soldier from the start. If you open the door we can discuss this further over a round of drinks."

"Yo, Wash!"

Frowning slightly, Wash craned his head to his right, noticing Maine coming his way. He seemed to be holding CT's helmet in his hands. Where exactly did he find it?

"You left this behind," Maine said, referring to the item he was carrying. "Anyway what are you doing out here? You pissed her off or something?"

"Long story, buddy. I'm trying to give Connie a heartfelt apology here, but it doesn't seem to be working."

Maine smirked in a jeering manner. "What, you suddenly grown a vagina now? Just do what I do and be a dick!"

"Thanks, I guess. If I need any advice about the opposite sex I'll consult you right away."

"Sarcasm doesn't become you, Wash!" Maine remarked in a sing-song type of voice.

Washington was pushed firmly to the side, looking on with worry as his friend took one big step forwards to the door. What was he going to do or say? That was the main concern here because Maine constantly had a lot of tricks up his sleeve. What happened next really shocked Washington.

Maine yelled at the top of his voice, "Hey, Con! You better get your ass out here otherwise Wash is going to ask Carolina to go with him to the bar!"

Immediately Washington roughly seized Maine by the arm, hissing through clenched teeth "You're making the situation ten times worse, asshole!"

"Ain't my fault!"