We Are the Champions

[WxMurray 0]

“Score! You guys got owned!”

 

Murray gave Dickinson a high five as Brady and Johnson grimaced. They had just won the Pax Primus Away Team Euchre tournament. After fixing the auxiliary generator, the team didn’t really have anything to do until the USS Redstone arrived. Murray had developed the idea so that the team wouldn’t go nuts waiting for the Redstone.

 

“I can’t believe you had the left, ace and queen, and she had the king, ten, and two off-suit aces.”

 

“Yeah get over it. We so euchred you. What’d you call it on?”

 

Crewman Nora Brady lowered her head and mumbled incoherently.

 

“What was that?”

 

“I said the right and the nine.”

 

Dickinson looked surprised. “That was a desperate move.”

 

Brady rolled her eyes. “Yeah, whatever. I was hoping the left was buried.”

 

Murray smiled as he remembered some fond memories. “Just be glad you didn’t play with some of my friends from the Academy. They’d’ve made you run naked laps around the complex for losing ten to nothing.”

 

Brady was about to retort when Williams came rushing in. “Sir! Sir!”

 

“What is it, Jay? Did you spill grape juice on my desk again?”

 

“No. I just received a transmission. The Redstone is inbound and will be entering orbit in seven and a half hours!”