Irene blinked at Erin’s energy and attempts to assuage the failed shot. She looked at the girl, near equal in height, her face softening more than usual. Irene reaching out as if to ruffle Erin’s red wig but stopped herself. No need to knock it off or mess up her costume. So she dropped a heavy hand on Erin’s shoulder giving a little squeeze and shake. “Thanks and I’d be happy to take you to the gym sometime, teach you to put your man down if he acts up,” she said with that softer expression and a wink. Albeit a bit high energy Erin seemed like a good kid. She reminded Irene of junior sailors, new to a command with wide eyes brimming with hope. Of course that hope was usually ground under the boot of reality.<br/><br/>The ball was in Jason’s court, Erin deciding to pass at taking a shot. Before he could shoot Kaegan emerged like some grumbling beast, rearing from hibernation. Irene cocked her head at him, curious about the mention of cats. Shame she’d had to leave Bolt with her mom. Maybe she could sneak him down at some point. Or wait until her condo opened back up.<br/><br/>Gordie’s compliment on the shot was met with a small, huffed sigh. It was nice people were trying to ‘cheer her up’ but it really was just a game. A bit embarrassing really. Still she gave the Canadian a sharp nod. They were all decent people, more apt to build up rather than tear down. She opened her mouth to give a dry reply but clamped it shut as the door swung open and Winston traipsed in to the party. Well that didn’t take long. She wondered if he went to the funeral dressed up like that. “Sup…Blade…” Since everyone was still going by costume names she figured she could play along. Winston was quick to set his gaze on Cammi and Irene stepped aside. Far be it for her to interfere. Though she kept a keen eye as he was painfully forward with groping hands. Cammi didn’t seem to mind. In fact she seemed enamored with him enough to want pics. “Your breakfasts are torture enough,” Irene grumbled before taking another drink of her beer.<br/><br/>Jason finally took his shot and sank the ball with ease. Irene gave him a mild golf clap. He’d succeeded where she failed, she could give him that at least. “Well-“ she started but jerked to a halt at Ren’s sudden shout. Her green eyes snapped over to him as he screamed at Jason to drink. Her head cocked to the sized with a puzzled frown. “I don’t think…that’s right. The ball doesn’t have to hit the table.” She looked over at Gordie with one raised brow. “Right? You’re the judge and jury here. And if someone has to drink I vote on Ren…for trying to blow out my good ear drum…” she said while wiggling a pinky into her left ear.<br/><br/>Location: Room 105<br/>Speaking with: Erin(<a class="username" data-user-id="21745" data-username="@Aluora" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/21745/">@Aluora</a>), Gordie(<a class="username" data-user-id="18515" data-username="@BennyQ" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/18515/">@BennyQ</a>), Winston(<a class="username" data-user-id="33333" data-username="@Gannameade" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/33333/">@Gannameade</a>), and Eren(<a class="username" data-user-id="21422" data-username="@Damien_Akira" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/21422/">@Damien_Akira</a>)