Ares 8 Communal Shower<br/><br/>Sergeant West w/ Jaxx Herd<a class="username" data-user-id="20459" data-username="@LeaT" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/20459/">@LeaT</a><br/><br/>While he made no obvious signs that showed the appreciation he had for Ms. Herds bared curves the woman's hands were like magnets to his eyes. The normally unflappable soldier had to will away the desire that was building up between his legs. Business had to be tended to and even here in the steamy heat of the showers duty came before pleasure. Drawing his gaze away from the path of Jaxxs downward roaming hands certainly helped to keep that beast between his carved legs leashed and tamed, for now.<br/><br/>"No, what took place needed to take place."  His eyes fell firm upon her own as warm water cascaded down across his impressively honed physique.  "As I'm sure your well aware this mission came upon us all rather swiftly."  West took a moment to gather up some soap and lather himself up while he leaned his head forward and left the shower to course down the definition of his back.  "My apology was for not seeking you out before we left, or at least suggesting it to the Lieutenant."  His eyes rose back up to find her as he worked the suds around his body.  "We could of avoided all of that with a simple pre-trip meeting."<br/><br/>West turned back and laid the bar of soap back on its shelf while his feet drifted his body back under the full force of the shower.  "I have a solution though that I thought of after I had some time to reflect on your concerns."  It was the Sarges turn to be a little provocative as his hands worked down his chest, across his washboard abs to flick the streaming water away from his dark glistening body.  "I'd like to assign a small team to you.  The way I see it your main task is going to be locating the Replicator which is probably in the Med Lab."  West stepped forward then out of the path of the falling waters of the shower while his hands continued to idly stroke residual amounts of water away from his toned and lean body.  "With that in mind I'd like to appoint the Doc to your group since the Med Lab is where he'll be going anyways.  He's been tasked with keeping tabs on Corporal Ruya Aras who frankly put is probably one of our most talented soldiers.  Lastly I'd like to place Eris Moon with your group since her skill set probably would be better off there just in case there are any technical issues."<br/><br/>"If this works for you Ms. Herd I'll make sure to get the Lieutenant to stamp it with his approval before we all meet for dinner tonight?"  He stood still a moment, allowing his eyes to subtly wander over Jaxx's body before looking back squarely into her eyes.  "What do you say?"<br/><br/>Ares 8 Rec Hall w/ Butch<a class="username" data-user-id="41027" data-username="@MsBloom" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/41027/">@MsBloom</a><br/><br/>Sara glanced up towards Butch and the gave the sturdy built young woman a smirk.  "Oh were not playing for anything."  Her posture relaxed as she shot an equally playful glance behind her towards the Tug Boat.  "If there's one thing you'll learn about Tug it's to never take anything he says to seriously.  That boy runs in joke mode 24/7."  She settled back into place, called her shot, and swiftly began to run the table like a seasoned pro.<br/><br/>"It's true, I'm an equal opportunity asshole."  Tug Boat grinned as he stepped forward while Sara was already setting up her next shot.  "But hey I'm glad you worked things out with your boss."  He went to offer his half empty can of beer towards Butch's own for a toast.  "The young and dickless have been repressed for to long."  He laughed, the sound bellowing out through the otherwise empty cafeteria.<br/><br/>Sara meanwhile continued to mechanically line up shot after shot, leaving Tugger to look on with a forlorn and hopeless expression.  "It's not fair ya know, I would of beat her if Pinky here didn't distract me."  He thumbed towards Butch while Sara looked over to give the pair a sly smirk.  "Sure, eight ball side pocket."  She commented before sliding her body down along the edge of the pool table to sink the final shot.