<strong> "Eh, your not really annoying, I'm just an arse"</strong>He smiled softly realizing the truth behind his words.  He softly lent against the glass window staring out at the nuclear devise that was used to power the ship.  Human engineering at its greatest stood meer 20 feet from the two, a device that marveled millions and rivaled any other engine.  However his thoughts weren't on the machine or how it split atoms to move the iron giant known as the USS Ronald Regan.  No, his thoughts were on her, and he found himself slowly gazing over towards her.<br/><br/><strong> "So Dani, I mean Danielle, I, You"</strong>He sibtly gave a charasmatic smirk<strong>"look, you seem nice and all, so...</strong>he draged the word as he thought of how to truly say what he ment.  However he feared rejection more then anything so he sugar coated.<strong>"Look my favorite singer will be in town, a small time chruch converted to a bar, its a place called Altar Bar,"</strong>he gulped as a shy nervousness fell over him.<strong> "anywho, a couple of us are going down there to see him and well if you'd like, come along with your camera and see how sailors live their real lives, and maybe we could get back stage and you could have billions of photos and a few stories and possibly an interview or two...maybe?"</strong><br/><br/>