<div align="center"><strong>-=Captain Griffin Kingston - Persephone - On his way to the pub with Anwar in tow=-</strong></div><br/>Griffs booted feet fell with heavy steps as he practically stomped from The Gamble. Picking his way through the slowly waning throngs of dockworkers, merchants, and patrons, Griff never once glanced back to see if his newest mechanic was tagging along or not. He was in no mood to babysit some knuckle dragging pretty boy who probably fancied himself as god's gift to women... or maybe men. Heck, Griff had no idea if Anwar was sly or not; didn't much care to know either. So long as he kept his hands to himself and The Gamble's engines things'd be shiny between Griff and Anwar. "...And you'd better keep your paws off Sasha," that quiet voice in the back of his mind interjected assertively. The thought caused him to give further consideration to Anwar and he glanced back over his shoulder finaly, a scowl painting his facial features and pursing his lips just so.<br/><br/>Momentarily distracted with the infuriating images of Anwar having his way with Sasha against the bulkhead of her cabin, Griff bumped into one unfortunate dockworker who had just clocked out for the day. His bright orange jumpsuit was covered in grease and grime, blotching out sections of the reflective stripes that ran the length of the sleeves and pant legs, and crisscrossed across his back and chest. "Move or get out of the gorram way, ya humping fei fei pi gu<br/><br/>Griff grumbled and cursed under his breath the rest of the way to the pub. Jerking the door open he stepped inside and quickly went through the weapons check process. Tucking his claim ticket into his trouser pocket, it didn't take him long to spot Sasha and Si. Sasha looked like a vibrant, solitary rose in blossom among a field of weeds. Si was equally as conspicuous, thanks to his choice of attire, but he lacked that captivating aura with which Sasha so effortlessly illuminated the room. Steve, on the other hand, blended in perfectly with the raucous, sordid crowd. Moving down the steps that led down to the pub's main floor, Griff unconsciously locked his eyes on Sasha. The mere sight of his first officer had a calming effect on his raging temper, and he quickly on a strong and confident stride. Catching one of the waitresses' attention, he mouthed his order of a whiskey and gestured her over to where Sasha, Si, and Steve now sat.<br/><br/><strong>"Under other circumstances I would refrain from such idle thoughts, but given our current environs and your delectable choice of attire, I cannot help but find myself wondering just what sort of plans for 'happy hands' you must have waiting for you. I daresay I take it as a compliment you would rather spend some quality time with the crew than rush off to your own ends. Or is it merely professional attention to ship's morale?"</strong><br/><br/>He overheard the former Alliance Admiral as he approached them from his six o'clock. The idea of Sasha engaging in such carnal pleasures with someone whom Griff didn't know didn't set well with him and served to quickly douse the soothing persuasion Sasha had unwittingly had on his emotions. Pulling out the chair across from Sasha, he cocked his head to one side and fixed his chestnut eyes on hers. "Yes, one can't help but wonder about such pleasant carnalities," he asked with a tone mocking that of Si's. There was definitely a certain edge to his words, but his expression was an unreadable mask in defiance to the warring emotions once again vying for dominance over the captain.. "Can one... Simeon?" He punctuated his sarcastic question with a strong slap to Si's back. A moment of uncomfortable silence passed before the waitress leaned over Griff from behind, placing his usual shots of whiskey on the table in front of him. The disruption was enough to snap Griff from his vexatious musings. Grabbing one of the shots, he quickly tossed it back, swallowing the fetid brew. "So, how'd it go with the old crone?"<br/><br/>*********<br/>Fei fei pi gu = Baboon's ass