<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Cassiopeia stood there, watching the shuffling and non-verbal communication. Orion seemed fine with allowing his teammates to press up against her, if the one male stepping up to her was any clue. She gave him a smile and handed her hat and sunglasses to a couple of guys just standing there staring. "Would you be a dear and hold these for me? Thanks." She didn't allow them time to answer. "I'm Cassiopeia." She introduced herself.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><span style="font-size: 15px">Angus smirked when he watched the hottie walk towards them after practice. He would love to get in those tight pants of hers. "Ori, we could share her, there is enough there for us to both tap that at the same time." He was vulgar, sure, but he appreciated fine woman, and damn was she fine. He practically drooled at the open invitation he perceived from her, getting closer as soon as he had permission from Orion. Well, not permission, but a failure to step up on his part. He snagged a ball and stepped up behind her, enjoying her curves. "Angus." He growled in her ear, handing her the ball. "So you hold it like so..." His arms wrapped around her as he manipulated her body with his own, taking every advantage he could. <br/>
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Cassiopeia glanced at Orion, a little surprised at the boldness of Angus. He was good looking, but he was missing something that made Orion stand out. Oh, that's right, a brain in his skull as well as the one between his legs, the one currently pressing against her ass. She could feel his eagerness, but she pretended otherwise. "Like this?" She bit her lip, giving the ball a feeble throw that even with guidance barely flew. </span></span></span>