Eilidh could be understanding about movie night gettin' canceled. Apparently there was some kind of trouble with Truck's team that needed sorting out, and it would take a while. What she wasnae thrilled about was Truck wantin' to find someone to walk her home, like she was a delicate flower or somethin'. Besides, couldn't she as least go with him to see what the problem was, and maybe flirt with his boss a little? Just a tiny bit?
"Pouting doesn't look as good on you as you think it does," Truck laughed as they walked down the hall. "Not like you'll never have another chance to throw yourself at him, either."
"Dinnae fuckin' tease me, Truck. You're keepin' me from gettin' laid tonight, and that isnae somethin' I'll forgive soon." He was nowhere near remorseful enough. He'd been feelin' way too complacent about her love life since he and Nick finally got one of their own. But she couldnae stay mad at him, and he knew it. Not when he was so fuckin' happy.
"Kid, trust me. If Grinch's text was even half true, Sandman isn't doing anything tonight except making Frost regret bein' born. But if you just play nice and let somebody walk you home, I'll put in a good word for you."
"Small comfort, Cap," she answered with a mock-heavy sigh. Imagining Jordan bein' Mr. Tough-and-in-Charge wasnae helpin' any. "I suppose I can allow it, though. Provided you find someone good lookin' to take me."
She had a few people in mind when she said it, but as it turned out, there was only one person in the rec room. She couldnae say she had any complaints when she got a look at him, though.
"Hey, Cowboy," Truck greeted him. "You busy? I got Frost causin' trouble over in the armory and a lady here who needs somebody to walk her home."
She smiled at the young man in front of her and reached out to shake his hand. "Hi. I'm Eilidh. Not a lady, whatever he says. And I don't need lookin' after--" she added with a side eye to Truck, "--but I wouldnae mind the company."