Game Changer: Day 6

Word Count: 36,045

Summary of Events:

Hawk and his fellow officers met with the General Secretary again to share their ideas about what should be done next; Hawk's idea, to his upset, was not well-received by his comrades, although the General Secretary thought it not bad. Later that day Hawk took Cvita out to dinner at her behest — he didn't like going out to dinner because people looked down on him for being an orphan, despite all his military accomplishments . . .

Excerpt of the Day:

At the moment, Hawk happened to be in one of those very same unpleasant positions he preferred to avoid whenever and however he could; he was following Cvita — who was spellbindingly attractive in a long, narrow, relaxedly-fitted satiny red dress — through a restaurant to their seats.

Cvita’s dress was beautiful even from the back, featuring two rather narrow straps over the shoulders that made to cross, fanning out into several straps each before they did so.

The straps that fanned out wove through each other as they crossed before anchoring to lower and lower points down the side of the dress, leaving Cvita’s back only covered by a series of narrow red straps that were rather loosely woven together, making a latticework over her skin.

When they reached their seats Cvita turned around and sat down, revealing the equally beautiful front of her dress, which tapered out from the straps, widening to go under her arms to where the back straps attached on the outer sides while the inner edges tapered a bit more slowly to join down at a point at least halfway — if not two thirds of the way — between her collarbone and her navel.

At her bust a golden ring inlaid with red stones was somehow attached to the dress so as to keep it from potentially falling open, or more likely being pried open by some overzealous man who wanted to see what wasn’t his to see.

Her rather long, dark hair was gathered up into a labyrinthine mass of curls adorned with golden glitter and small red jewels that were somehow adhered to her hair — at least until morning, as usual.

Softly Cvita’s red-coloured lips smiled at Hawk, who gave her his typical subtle smile back. As a military man he wasn’t allowed to dress in a casual dinner suit. If he was going out on a special occasion he wore his dress military uniform.

Since most of the Emim men were in the army, though, this meant that he wasn’t the only one wearing a medal-adorned uniform with epaulettes, insignia, and the like; in fact, it was the men who wore dinner suits that were the anomaly, as every able-bodied man was to fight, it was only those who had some handicap that prevented them from being effective warriors or whose skills were so incredibly gifted in something that was good and helpful who weren’t in the army.

Hawk removed his military cap and set it down so that it hung over his knee. An attractive waitress came and took their drink order before leaving them to decide what they wanted to eat.