<em>Chase &amp; Riley, Presidents Office upstairs</em><br/><br/>Chase was in his chair, resting against the high leather with a glass of whiskey in one hand and Riley's hair in the other. Having just spilled his load into her mouth his hand came loose and fell away before she climbed up onto his lap. He took a sip from his glass and she took a sip from her bottle, washing out the taste before she affectionately kissed him. "Don't you worry love." replied the President before placing down his glass so he could take a moment to do back up his fly. He did so love sitting on his chair and watched his Riley bounce up and down. "But aye, I'll head down now." As Riley was thinking, it wasn't great form for the President to be late for a meeting when he was the one who called the meetings, especially for a bit of midday slap and tickle.<br/><br/>Placing a kiss on her cheek before patting her backside to usher her to get up Chase eventually rose out of his seat. He was adorned in his cut, the proud colours of the Steel Cavalry worn over a simple black t-shirt that hugged his chest like a second skin. Simple blue jeans with clear evidence of wear and tear and a pair of heavy boots on his feet. Chase took a moment to fix his own hair before giving his Old Lady a wink before stepping outside and making his way downstairs. It would appear the crew was present.<br/><br/><em>(OOC ~ Apologies for my delay!)</em>