Ares 8 Cafeteria Room<a class="username" data-user-id="41027" data-username="@MsBloom" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/41027/">@MsBloom</a>-Potentially open to others to join in<br/><br/>Tug Boat was hunkered down across the edges of a sturdy metal framed pool table that was off to the side of the general cafeteria.  His one good eye was focused on a shot, though he took a moment to glance towards his competition, Private<a class="link link--external" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/61/3b/b3/613bb3f1a28f130b341ab793785195ae.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Sara</a>Carpenter.  "Your gonna take all my money, aren't ya?"  The scarred oaf of a soldier grinned up towards the comely ginger haired woman whose back was resting against the wall while she took a swig of beer.  "We've got the same paygrade, so it's not like it's much."  She quipped back in return before her gaze was drawn by the sound of heavy boots coming from the gleaming cream colored hallway that led back towards the crews quarters.  Tuggerson settled back into form as he lined up his shot.  "5 ball, side pocket..."  He spoke as he went to carefully stroke the shot into the designated hole, his eyes rose, the shot went askew, and he scowled as Butch came walking in.<br/><br/>"Hey..."  Sara greeted the relative stranger with a friendly smile as she grabbed an unopened can and gave it an underhand lob towards Butch.  "Your Butch, right?"  Her easy going smile swayed away from Butch as she peeled herself off the wall and moved towards the table for her turn.  "Nah, that's Pinky."  Tug Boat gave a deep throaty laugh.  "Only her besties call her that though."  He grumbled with amused sarcasm as he wandered over to a nearby plastic table and plopped the weight of his ass down onto a bench.  "Where's your boss?"  He inquired before guzzling from the can.<br/><br/>Ares 8 Gym - Communal Shower<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/>After his thorough jog around and around the track back in the cargo hold, Sergeant West was looking forward to a refreshing warm shower.  He made his way through the familiar halls of the ship, leading him to the isolated location of the gym, where the communal showers waited.  He slipped through the work out room, ducked into the locker room, and paused as the sound of a shower running caught his attention.  A subtle shrug of his shoulders followed before he swung open one of the lockers, causing the hinges to groan as he began to peel out of his glove like jogging suit.  Minutes later Sergeant Wests bare feet padded across the floor, pausing at the entry into the showers where he hung up a towel while he looked towards the back of Jaxx Herd as she leaned her head beneath a shower.<br/><br/>Freely the Sarge strolled into the shower, his body glistened with sweat, muscles tense, defined in the aftermath of his vigorous jog.  "Miss Herd."  He stated punctually, professionally as he laid claim to a shower that was a reasonable distance from the Divinity agent's own.  "This might not be the place, but I would like to apologize for the misunderstanding from earlier."  He did his soldierly best to keep his eyes focused on her own in the event she turned around, and not staring at that well sculpted ass of hers that he really wanted to be looking at.