<div class="floatleft">(http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa116/LSWSjr/Hailey_Card_zps0538e95f.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Hailey Birrell<br/><strong>Location:</strong>XCOM Firing Range<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Getting a good buzz on<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jena Hargreave<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Hailey accepted the bottle from Jena, and she could smell the beer and something else as the bottle reached her lips, she took a swig as they continued on their way.  Her belly and throat burned satisfyingly, though it did nothing to calm her erection,<em>Come on whiskey dick!</em>she encouraged, but much to her disappointment it only made her panties damp once more.<br/><br/>She surveyed the racks of weapons when they arrived, grabbing a carbine, a H&K G36K with under-slung grenade launcher,<em>Not as good as my G36C, though the grenade launcher's a nice addition</em>she assessed, loading a magazine and grabbing two spares before tucking them into her belt.  She readied some targets, doing everything in her power to get her mind out of the gutter,<em>Keep focused Birrell, the last thing you need is to be knocking up your squadmates</em>she internally cautioned.<br/><br/>Hailey took another shot from the bottle, shaking her head as she felt momentarily off-balance.  Her hands went to her groin and she unwisely removed her crotch guard, grateful for losing it's tight confinement.<strong>"So Jena, what's your backstory?</strong>she asked, picking up the rifle and approaching the firing line.  She set the carbine down again and reached for the protective glasses and ear muffs, waiting for Jena's response.