Ricardo could have changed and been out of the office before Jeff's arrival but he was caught up in his bottle of whiskey. Even after he had arrived, he swirled the glass in his right hand and took the entire drink in one gulp. No grimace passed through his face as he set the glass down and refilled it.<br/>"I was in need of a clean suit, so I came to borrow yours. I got some whiskey on it and sent it off to the cleaners..."<br/>Various sailor related tattoo decorated his arms, one his highest rank, others various accomplishments of his career in the service.<br/><br/>"Not since the service doll-face, a man has urges..."<br/>He swiveled in the luxurious leather chair and pointed at Jeff's suit hanging on a handle, of a file cabinet. He stood up and revealed a two long dragons wrapped around an anchor of his back, various sea creatures and bright ink rounded off the canvas on his back. He slipped on the shirt and only buttoned up a few buttons before slipping on the pants.<br/><br/>"Forgive the interruption..."<br/>Ricardo found it necessary to turn around as he tucked the bulge into his pants and zipped the pants up. Both hands fixed the creases pants and shirt until they were smooth and neat. His eyes locked on the shy female clinging to the other one, poor little thing look terrified, the emotion brought a sly grin to the corner of his lips. Filling the glass up once more, he drank it down before heading for the door and out the office.