<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ab/3d/be/ab3dbe6d89c729a2507abe4a6d78f2d8.jpg)<br/><div align="center">Lucas</div></div><br/>Lucas laughed out loud. "It's hard to be a woman these days. As long as your are comfortable without, the look is great on you." He flashed a toothy smile. He grunted softly as she found the jug, more at her bent over ass than the discovery, but the timing was on his side. "Even if the water's turned, more containers are always handy. Not enough jugs to go round, hmmm?" He took the jug from her with a wink, hoping his own blush was hard to see in the gloom.<br/><br/>"Bourbon gal, eh?" He wondered if they'd drink it. Even drinking alcohol was useful for a whole bunch of things other than a buzz. "As you say, Cap'n." he replied to her mentioning the locker in the crew room. As she brushed past him, he instinctively reached up to brush her hair back from her face. Then her hip slid over the bulge in his pants and he tensed with muted gasp. He patted his cheek with a huff of air as he followed her.<br/><br/>"Smile when you tell a guy that, Cap'n." He rubbed his arms and looked up at the sleeping bag on the bunkbed, before watching as she worked on the locker. "You really do know how to get into places, Arlene. Whooops." He caught her shoulders and steadied her as she stumbled from getting it open. "Anything that keeps, helps for food. I've not eaten yet, just some water. Waiting to see if the chill hit my belly."