<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/40/Dotley-Theodore-05.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Gerrit Marquardt (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293586.msg14412635#msg14412635)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Party time, Sunday, June 1st<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Lanai- bar area<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Offering  Handshakes And Introductions<br/><strong>Content Rating:</strong>Light<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chelsea, Mark, Mick (Mentioned), Open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Even though Gerrit’s resting posture was quite proper, he straightened himself up at Chelsea’s words. If only for a moment the facade of friendly bar patron was gone and replaced with the regal authoritarian demeanor that Gerrit carried at his work. Even in his casual attire, he had this natural foreboding presence that he could project whether intentional or not. He typically tried to hide that side of himself away from work but every once in a while, he would regress into the domineering Chief Mate he was in his youth. After a  few seconds, however, he centered himself and returned to his affable nature. It was rather difficult to be commanding especially given the view he was provided as Chelsea reached for the Mezcal bottle. While Gerrit was a prideful man, He was not prudish enough to leave such a wonderful sight unadmired. If he was younger or a bit more intoxicated, he might’ve made some lewd remark at the gesture but he was sober enough to stay quiet for the moment.<br/><br/>Gerrit drank from his glass of water as Chelsea mixed Micks’s vodka tonic and explained Mezcal to Marcus. The young bartender's knowledge of alcohol was impressive even to a well-traveled man like Gerrit. "I'm Gerrit. Gerrit Marquardt.” The grizzled mariner replied as Chelsea informed him of her name He instinctively offered his hand to her as they exchanged names, unaware if she would shake it. He offered the same to Marcus though he expected him to decline. Marcus didn’t seem like the type for formal introductions. If either of the two took him up on his offer, they’d find his handshake remarkably strong. The texture of his palm was distinct as well. It felt coarse and calloused in some areas yet strangely smooth in others. It seemed as though some parts of his hand had healed over time but other parts remained hardened and stiff. The man himself, however, seemed unfazed by the state of his hand and it was still exceptionally powerful in its grip strength.   What did phase Gerrit was the large expensive gold band on the base of one of his fingers. After the introductions were done, he covertly slid the metal fixture off his hand and into his pocket. Gerrit thought of explaining the presence of the ring but ignored that course of action for the moment. Switching focus, he pulled his wallet out from the pocket the ring was placed in.<br/><br/><br/>“How much does it cost to open a tab here?” Gerrit asked as he teasingly waved around a hundred dollar bill between two fingers. Even if someone was offering to cover his drinks, Gerrit was the sort of man who would insist on paying himself. Plus it seemed uncouth for the head of a shipping line to get hammered on someone else's dime.<br/>