<em>Bo in Great Room with everyone</em><br/><br/>Having just finished greeting the other four, Bo turned along with everyone else as the final member entered.  'Exotic beauty' failed to fully describe the woman that seemed to float across the floor toward them.  A fluttering sensation radiated quickly from his gut, a primal desire reflex as his eyes gently caressed her fluid form.  Bo realized that his lips had parted slightly and he managed to shut them with a quick recovery of his wits.  Marisol, or Mari, he overheard as she introduced herself to Angus.  He couldn't wait to learn more about her, glancing back at the other two women, nor about all of them.  He felt like a boy finding a large present under the Christmas tree, his excitement over what might be inside momentarily overwhelming his nervous energy.  Only this year it would be three presents to unwrap.  Three wonderful gifts to discover.<br/><br/>Bo grinned as Vince took the gregarious first step of offering to dance with one of the ladies.  Bo had worked with a few Irish boys in the SAS.  They were strong-minded, tough fellows who earned every ounce of respect given to them on the field.  And off, they could be the rowdiest.  Bo knew right away that he was going to like Vince.  The man's outgoing gesture gave Bo a moment of familiarity that helped ease him into the spirit of things.<br/><br/>Very much interested in choosing one of the women to dance, but not wanting to step on any toes, as it were, he opted to wait and see which of the ladies would choose to take Vince up on his offer before approaching one of the other two.  A potential issue occurred to him.  Bo normally would have no hesitation stepping forward ahead of Marcus and choosing one of the two remaining ladies, but for these relationships to truly work, he knew that it couldn't be about competition, but rather cooperation amongst all six of them.  Simply deferring to the other man though was not his style.  An inspired thought came to mind and he reached into his pocket, removing a quarter.  With a playful grin at Marcus, he tossed the coin, catching it in one hand and slapping it down atop the other keeping it covered.<br/><br/>"Your call, my friend, for first choice."