The ban on gaming in the rec room only lasts about a week, if that. It’s never officially lifted, but when Lee drifts down one evening after his watch, no one stops him from logging into the game server. Just to check my stats, he says, as if that’s any excuse. Before he knows it, he’s challenged a chief petty officer who drifts over from the bar to watch. The next evening, he doesn’t even pretend to be checking his stats. “Who wants to fight?” he asks nobody in particular. Two ensigns take him up on the offer.
Before long Brenna’s elbowing him aside to grab the second controller. “Move over, kid,” she says, plopping down beside him. “Let a girl show you how it’s done.”
“Girl, my ass,” Lee snips. “You’re the same age as me.”
Arching her eyebrows, Brenna laughs. “Yeah, but I wear it bett
