<div class="floatleft">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/tattoo_thumb1-1.jpg) (http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/Abs.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>-=Vincent Kincaid - Flirting shamelessly with... Mae, my eyes are up here... - The Gamble's Cockpit=-</strong></div><br/>Unlike Mae's uncanny abilities to fly the larger ship, Vincent put a good amount of focus into setting it down smoothly.  His expertise had mainly been with smaller vessels that didn't have such a big ass to maneuver around.  Still, nobody could deny that he was a skilled flyer even with the more unwieldy transport.  As his hand reached up to put the PA receiver in its cradle, Mae's compliment caused him to shoot her a devious smile that was full of naughty suggestion.<strong>"As true as that may be, I think we can both agree that you handle it a lot more skillfully than I do."</strong><br/><br/>Having been so preoccupied with the landing, Vincent was just now noticing the attire his girlfriend had chosen upon exiting her shower and he made no attempt to hide the way his eyes slowly traversed down her form and back up.  His hand searched along his body to unbuckle himself while his gaze remained locked on Mae only to remember he wasn't wearing any pants, so he reached for the seat buckle instead.<strong>"The pool boy, huh?"</strong>He said in a playfully pensive tone as he stood and stretched with his arms reaching high above him, fingers interlaced.  Though he hardly needed such a gesture to show off his chiseled physique, he couldn't resist the opportunity to give her something that would be impossible for her to not stare at.  A low, strained groan accompanied the motion that perhaps had a suggestively naughty tenor to it.  When he finished, an overly exaggerated expression of disappointment spread across his face.<strong>"Come on now, the red striped one?  Love, you know I only wear that for you on Tuesdays.  If I start wearing it on any given day, it takes away from the special occasion."</strong>The dour expression flashed away without a trace and was replaced with a sly wink.<strong>"Looks like I'm defaulted as the pool boy then."</strong><br/><br/>Vincent stepped around his chair with a confident swagger to his stride as he made his way to the pilot's chair.  The mischievous glint shown clearly in his deep green hues.<strong>"Why, Mistress Little...  I got news that your pool needed to be cleaned, but..."</strong>Vincent's hands moved to the small of his back as he now stood right next to Mae's chair, his weight shifting to the balls of his feet, shifting his abs and groin even closer to the woman as he turned his head and looked thoughtfully out the window at the front of the ship.  He was finding it difficult to do this with a straight face, but somehow managed to pull it off admirably.<strong>"It would seem there is nothing but vast desert out there.  Do you know of anything that is wet enough for me to tend to?"</strong>