Seemingly satisfied with her throwing prowess on full display, Cassiopeia recovered her sunglasses and hat from the lucky teammate who held them.  She thanked everyone and blew them all a kiss.  His jersey back on, Orion watched her theatrics with a smirk.  All of his teammates, of course, enjoyed the view she offered while heading back toward the waiting car.<br/><br/>Only when she was out of sight and within the vehicle did someone speak, such was the power of her hypnotic swaying hips.  No surprise, really, that that voice belonged to Angus.  “I hope you’re tapping that, Ori,” he said with a lewd expression.<br/><br/>“Is that all you think about?” Orion asked, equally amused and annoyed.<br/><br/>“Hell, yeah,” he answered exuberantly.  “Especially when a hottie looks like that.”  As if no one knew who he was referring to, Angus nodded toward the car.<br/><br/>The Prince grinned while turning to follow Cassiopeia’s recent path to the car.  “I’ll see you lads later,” he stated with a casual wave.<br/><br/>“C’mon, Ori, tap that ass already,” Angus urged, laughing.  From what Orion could tell, he seemed to be the only one laughing.