<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ad/56/c6/ad56c6d67916bcef0d686db5643892e3.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Aurora "Rory" Vega<br/><strong>Location | Time:</strong> Deck of the Linea<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>Black blazer with sleeves rolled up,</del> white v-neck tee, black ripped jeans, black Timberland boots (half laced), black cap</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">Rory hadn't meant to go quiet but hers was a life in which being quiet and paying attention could mean the difference in so many things, sometimes life and death--though she'd never bother to mention that here. Of course, in some ways the stakes here on the Linea had the potential to be just as high. Maybe it was the romantic in her but matters of the heart weren't something to be trifled with lightly. Oh, sure, Rory had done her fair share of playing about, she'd have been lying if she tried to claim anything else, but somewhere in the midst of her time in the Marines things had changed for her. Rory had changed. The more she'd tried to pretend that she hadn't, the more obvious it had become to herself. She was at a different place in her life now and that called for changes elsewhere. Which was why, when instinct had her settling back on the bench with the other women, her margarita in hand, and simply listening--she went with it.<br/><br/>Clover, the reason they were all on this yacht in the first place, was an interesting contrast. Playful, youthful, a bundle of energy and sunshine despite the life she led. Rory had been 100% sure what to expect of the woman even after doing a little research but it was easy to figure out the woman was quite a compelling figure when she chose to be. If nothing else, Rory was sure they could have fun together, whether romance was in the cards or not. That in and of itself was refreshing. It took the slight tension she hadn't even been aware of holding and nudged into down so that she just seemed to relax that much more. Rory wasn't the sort to force anything but she was reassured of her decision to give this all an honest try. The others seemed ready to do the same which made it all even better.<br/><br/>Clover opened the floor for questions to really kick things off once the necessary bits of information were given and introductions made. Oddly enough it was Shoko that spoke first. Shy, sweet, and utterly adorable to Rory's mind, the woman seemed to poke at more protective instincts in the marine. Given the way she'd kept largely to herself during the flight, Rory had wondered what it might take to draw the woman out a bit but Shoko herself had given a hint to that with her brave first question: board games. Truthfully, Rory wasn't all that well versed in the many varieties outside of the classic ones like Monopoly, Life, and those kinds but if some of the women were down to play, she'd happily join in. She never shied away from learning something new. Neither did Maya. The energetic woman had a certain charm about her that most of the others seemed to respond to. Even Rory herself didn't feel at odds with her, even if they were technically each others' "competition". If nothing else she had to grin at the woman's smoothly flirtatious ways. Her prompting was what got Clover to come over and slip off her figurative 'hostess hat' in order to settle in among her guests. <br/><br/>For a brief moment, Rory's eyes were pulled out to the water. The powerful engines beneath them had roared to life and begun to pull them away from the marina and Rory took a moment to enjoy the view of the receding land before refocusing on the women around her. Almost without prompting her eyes fell on Leah, right as she made a show of a certain pair of assets Rory wouldn't have minded being used against her, and inwardly she had to groan. All of the women on board were beautiful in a variety of different ways and all seemed to carry their own brand of intelligence, which was Rory's particular kryptonite, but sheesh. Somehow she'd gotten buddy buddy with the one who probably most closely mirrored what her friends back home would consider her type. She was here for Clover, so that should have been a relief of sorts but she couldn't help but wonder if her new roomie had in essence friendzoned her right from the start. If that wasn't a kick in the ego... The very thoughts breezing through her head made her grin, though she was paying attention to everyone else so she had to hide the sudden expression behind a drink from her margarita, which was mixed rather perfectly if she did say so herself. <br/><br/>Talk shifted to that of beaches and Rory decided that she'd been quiet long enough. Being a Marine had afforded her quite a few opportunities that she might not have had. As such she'd traveled quite a bit and had seen her fair share of beaches--though not always up close and personal. "I dunno if I'm the best judge of which is best, I'm not a hardcore beach goer but my favorite beaches are all on the big island of Hawaii. Definitely some magical spots there." She added conversationally as she shifted enough to lean forward, her elbows coming to rest on her knees. She glanced at Amanda and chuckled over her question. She hadn't gotten a strong impression of the woman thus far but she hoped that would change. The same could be said for Kelli and Valkyrie as well. There were things Rory had noted in each of the women that would make it interesting to simply have a conversation with them though for now her attention swung back to Clover, and very carefully away from Leah, curious as to what her response might be. Though the moment Valkyrie called for a toast, Rory wasn't shy about lifting her drink in a salute. "I'll drink to that." She took only another small drink afterward but grinned wide as Valkyrie downed her drink like she might win an award. <br/></span>