<strong>Seamus going for a walk down the beach</strong><br/><br/>Seamus woke with a start, instinctively reaching towards his backpack where his knife was concealed, a lifetime in the SAS gives a man automatic reactions to being shocked or startled. As his eyes focused on the source of his awakening he realised that it was a pretty young blonde girl and that there was no danger, he withdrew his hand from the backpack, releasing the knife from his grip, thankfully it was still in the pack, and had not been seen by the girl. He turned to the girl, hoping he hadn’t startled her with his sudden movements, giving her his biggest, most charming smile.<br/><br/><strong>”Hey there missy”</strong>he said in his thick Irish accent,<strong>”Ashlynn, now that’s a pretty name ya got there”</strong>. Seamus paused, taking a better look at the girl who had approached him, she certainly was pretty, and obviously very confident to have approached him like this, he was a muscular scarred man after all.<strong>” I guess you’ll be wanting my name then, well I go by the name Seamus, Seamus Fitzgerald, and it’s a pleasure to meet you”</strong>he said while getting to his feet.<br/><br/><strong>”Im absolutely dying for a drink”</strong>Seamus told the girl as he pointed at a wooden shack that looked like it might sell beverages,<strong>”I’ll tell ya what, I’ll even buy ya one, if ya tell me a bit about yourself, and why a good looking young lass like yourself approached a scary looking guy like me”</strong>he said with a cheeky wink, the large grin still plastered across his face.<br/>