Mira's eyes burned as the warm water washed over her body. Everything in her life was not going according to plan, she was suppose to be in command of her own squadron, or at least flight by now! But time and time again she was being passed up for the postitions for people who had last time and rank. Who the hell was in charge of these promotions and speeding up the ranks? Mira bit down on her lip hard, blood mixing it with the water and running own her body and down the drain. Hadn't she worked hard, hadn't she deserved everyone of those promotions? Who worked extra hours to ensure the TIE's were maintained? Who instructed the new pilots on the equiptment and showed them around. Who volunteered to help with every damn Navy function? Was it because of her pranks, she had been toning it down since the whole, Phineas incident. And no one got hurt. There was only one conclusion. Mira in anger punched the tiles on the wall of the shower before walking away, not noticing that the tiles bent inward and were cracked from her punch. Moving over to her things, her Compad flashed with a message.
A message from Ibram, inviting her to his room for a dinner date. Mira gently tossed her Compad back into bag and slowly dried off and got dressed. She wasn't sure how to react to the invitation. She had to take the time to think out what she wanted to do. Would she decide to pick love, or her career. There was only one thing to do.
"Open up Phineas!" Mira yelled barging into Phineas' quarters.
"Mira come on I could have had a girl in here!" Phineas protested as Mira jumped on him, stripping the blankets from his body as he tried to hide his head.
"Not likely, I haven't seen you with a chick since we became friends," Mira huffed taking a swig of alcohol before crawling under the blanket with Phineas.
"I'm guessing by your drinking and stealing most of the blanket and warmth, you're still pissed at Ibram," Phineas yawned before taking a swig from the bottle and handing it back to Mira.
"Yeah and he sent me a message about meeting up for a special dinner," Mira groaned downing a third of the bottle.
"Are you going?"
"Probably not, it was for about an hour ago, but I got ditracted," Mira hiccuped.
"But you're in thagt cocktail dress Ibram likes," Phineas pointed out.
"Makes me feel pretty."
"You should go," Phineas sighed helping Mira to her feet, "Afterall, you need to work this out with him, not me."
"No I don't wanna!" Mira wailed into Phineas' shoulder.
She was still wailing fifteen minutes later as Phineas set her in front of Ibram's door then ran off, "You jerk!" she yelled after him, but quickly composing herself as Ibram opened the door. She silently passed right by him going to the table, sitting down and pouring herself a glass of wine. Small talk, she hated it, and instead after have a glass or two of wine jumped right into the problem.
“I'm very mad at you right now.”
“I know...”
“Just explain to me why.”
“Honestly? I didn't think you were interested.”
“But you never asked.”
“I know...”
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn't chuck this at you and leave.”
“Because it's your favourite.”
“...I can't believe you didn't I was interested. Haven't I proven myself countless times.”
“Yup. You're one of the best pilots in the squadron, your sharp, creative, and on a more personal level you're the best girlfriend I've had since Marisa.”
“You haven't had any since Marisa.”
“But if I had, you'd still kick all their asses.”
“...so why didn't you ask?”
“I don't know.”
“You suck.”
“...I know.”
"It pissed me off Ibram everytime a promotion comes up or a new postition comes up you skip over me," Mira finally snapped her eyes narrowing as she sat back in her chair and stared at her untouched food. "This is my career Ibram, this is what I plan to do for a very long time! You can't keep fucking around with it just because I'm your girlfriend!"
"I-I," Ibram started before Mira intrupted.
"You don't get it at all, this is what I'm doing, I have to be treated like everyone else I can't just be passed up for promotions because you think you know me and you think that I wouldn't be interested. Any other pilot you would have called into your office and told them about the promotion and asked them if they wanted it or not. And why you didn't do that with me? Obviously, you think that since you think you know me you can guess my answers and you don't think you need to ask!" with that Mira with one swift movement flipped the table spilling the contents all over the floor. She then slapped Ibram as hard as she could, he was pushed back a few feet by the force.
"I am your girlfriend but that comes second when it comes to the Navy and I deserve the same chance as everyone else in this squad," she said darkly, before turning and walking towards the door, "If you can't understand that, then we shouldn't see each other," she added before leaving the room.
