Irene rolled her green eyes to Winston and his attempt at banter. Especially considering military matters. "Like you'd know what galley chow was like dependent," she said in a low, grunting tone. She'd give the boy credit though, he latched onto a thing fiercer than a Malinois K9 unit.<br/><br/>Though her ire was distracted quick enough with Gordie's mention of jogging being a good substitute for leg day. "Never been skating but I'd think it'd be a better glute workout than running," she said with a small shrug. "Besides, nothing replaces leg day, worst day to skip. Seen too many broad shouldered studs with chicken legs."<br/><br/>The seriousness Erin gave about the workouts caused a short, chuffing snort out of Irene. "Appreciate it, don't like my time wasted. Couple a months and you can squat your boyfriend here. Make for some interesting time in your room," she said with her usual utterly straight face but that telltale crinkle around her eyes. No time for jokes though, Jason was up seeing as how Gordie had ruled in favor of Jason's shot. While she might agreed the verbiage used could be interpreted the way Eren said, screeched more like, she had been fairly certain that's not what it had meant. Her eyebrows rose as Jason took his shots, easily making three more cups. Lips pressed together and she gave a light clap at the performance. "Well done Jason, well done," she conceded.<br/><br/>Once Jason was done Eren seemed quick to want to leap in and take his revenge. Irene stood back with the others while he took his shots. He seemed to have the same luck, or skill, as Jason. Irene took her assigned cup and raised a silent toast before chugging it back. She finished the beer without pause and heaved a sigh, slamming the empty cup back down on the table. A balled fist jumped in-front of her mouth and she leased a guttural belch into her hand. "Pardon." At least the booze was finally starting to have a pleasant, warming and tingling affect.<br/><br/>Athena was up next. She was flamboyant in her Italian ways, switching between her native tongue and English. One ball in and Erin, once more, was chosen to drink. Irene looked at the girl in mild concern. Despite having two inches on her Erin wasn't exactly a big girl. The second shot was a miss and the ball was back in their court. Her eyebrows raised as Erin returned Athena's quip about a kiss and went right over to kiss the Italian. "Oy vey," she said with a small sigh and shake of her head. College kids. The pheremones would be pungent soon she'd bet.<br/><br/>"Do it to it kiddo," Irene said in a mild encouragement as Jason handed Erin the ball.<br/><br/>Though Erin seemed a very appropriate protege for her. Her own toss ended in abject failure. “Good effort kid,” she said as Erin retreated to Jason for comfort.<br/><br/><b>Location: </b>Room 105<br/><b>Speaking To: </b>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>), 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>), 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>), Jason(<a class="username" data-user-id="4066" data-username="@True Grave" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/4066/">@True Grave</a>).