Today was going to be Mateo Reyes' day. After letting the power loader charge he bounded through the corridors back to his bunk and proceeded to hastily back everything he needed into an old military style duffel bag, throwing swimming trunks, a package of pre-rolled joints, and some towels. He switched out of his work jumpsuit into a tanktop, boots, a pair of military style cargo pants, and set his headphones around his neck. Mateo wasn't really concerned with looking formal in something he was going to take off anyways. Giving his room one last look over and grabbed his identification papers and some spare cash and left for the shuttle.<br/><br/>Mateo arrived at the dull grey shuttle, something he'd taken to calling the Lil' Annie a few months ago. He began to board it in time to hear Elaine chastise the passengers on safety and hit the last call. "Y'know El, if we get hit by something that would scuttle the Lil' Annie's tiny frame nobody's going to be cute anymore. So please fly carefully yeah? I'd like to stay cute." He said setting his stuff in the back corner, where he usually sits as the biggest crew member so as not to get in the way of disembarking. Mateo looked around at Serena and... and...<br/><br/>"Fuck what was her name? She introduced herself last night...I am garbage with names. Ginny? Gin and Rye? Jin-Lai! That was it! Maybe I should give the medicine a break." Mateo thought seriously for a second. The mechanized man found it funny he forgot since he technically got the old cook fired. They had been walking past each other on the ship about a week ago and Mateo's arm knocked a box out of the chef's hands. As it turned out the box was full of highly valuable ship navigation components. Mateo then may or may not have broken his collar bone in the ensuing scuffle.<br/><br/>Mateo then realized the whole time he was thinking he was accidentally staring a hole through the new cook and looked away really quickly. He then began to attach his safety gear and sat in his spot. He reclined and stared up at the top of the shuttle, thinking of what to do at the beach. 'I could get something to eat, maybe get a nearby hotel room, definitely should make a playlist on the shuttle ride over there. I need to pick up sunblock...maybe condoms? The beach would probably have a lot of cute people in swimsuits. Things to consider.' His thoughts continued like this until the shuttle filled up.