A good kind of threat

Honestly, Kellen wasn't surprised about being topless around the Captain anymore. Or, at least, he shouldn't be. The times he didn't have a shirt on around the man now went into the double digits, and he could count on his hand at least a couple of times where the alarms were blaring in his head, and he was still topless. 

This was another of those moments. 

Kellen chugged the shakes Taylor had thrown at him before she left, making sure that when he threw them into the recycling this time, that he didn't miss. It was too much of a risk if he did. He could feel the hair on the back of his neck standing on end whenever he slightly turned his back to the Captain. 

After finishing the shakes, and making each shot, he forced himself to get dressed. He forced himself to go at a normal pace, as if he was completely calm. The Captain watched him, not saying a word. He was getting more nervous by the second.