<div class="floatleft">(https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1382315793/5812677.jpg)</div><strong>Name:Matthew McCormick</strong><br/><strong>Location: outside Parker Commons </strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Eriyn, Isis</strong><br/><strong>Content: mild language</strong><br/><strong>Wearing: Marine Dress Blues</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Grabbing a cold Miller from the ice and began pouring whiskey into the cup he had been given, adding just enough ice to keep the drink cold and not dilute it.<em>good job Matthew, you use to be relaxed, what happened to you.</em>Shaking the thought from his head, he eyed the frosty bottle of vodka, lifting it slowly from the ice<em>ah, theres a sight for sore eyes, clean engines and kill braincells, perfect for a jarhead like me.</em><br/><br/>Shrugging and holding all three drinks, begins the walk back to the table to rejoin the women.  Slowing his approach, seeing them in discussion.<em>don't think i want to interrupt.</em>Quietly places the drinks in front of them both, careful to not mix them up, and calmly says, "here you go ladies." Stretching slightly, lightly flipping the ash of the end of his cigarette before digging one out of his pack for the woman who orderes the whiskey<em>i really should atleast learn their names</em>