<strong>Lt. Commander Tristyn Phoenix (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96uf5UivWic/UD4nB0tjKEI/AAAAAAAABmQ/FYEYzTyoz6o/s1600/bigstock-Young-Male-Underwear-Model--508130.jpg)</strong><br/><strong>The Cliff House Bistro</strong><br/><strong>The Beautiful Danielle, Meeting the others for dinner</strong><br/><strong>Outfit (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4nrlr8WrL1r53lseo1_400.jpg)</strong><br/><hr/><br/>As the night went on he enjoyed the delicious juicy burger that had been laid before him.  Every time the young sailor took a bite he practically had an orgasm in his mouth.  The others could tell he was enjoying his food a little to much when at points he let out a soft moan with words to follow like "damn thats good!" or "am I in heaven".  If questioned he would just protest that his actions are based on the simple fact that he was eating sand over seas for the last 6 months. Even though its only been a week so far of his off time, he's forgetten how great home feels and tatses. He almost finished his food quicker then the rest but slowed as he realized he looked alittle pigish.<br/><br/>When dinner was over and the group was relaxing he scooted alittle closer to Dani drapping an arm across the back of her chair.  Every now and then his hand would softly trail up and down her back while they conversed amongst the group.  Soon Tristyn found he was being surrounded by lovely ladies all posing for a photos.  Sana stood across from them aiming up the shot as he looked to his lovely girlfriend.<strong>"You know Dani you didn't need to bring all these lovely girls for me, but I won't object"</strong>he winked at her as he finished up his joke.  His green eyes shifted between each of the girls slowly before falling on Sana.<br/><br/><strong> "You know Sana, Dani could set that up on a timer if you wanted in?"</strong>he tried to play it off as if he knew something about photography.  Truth was however that Tristyn new nothing of pictures except what little he's learned from Danielle.  She was the true miracle worker behind the buttons of the camera.<br/><br/>The Flash of the lights blinded him slightly but soon enough after a few photos with whomever in them he found it was finally time to speak.  He stood up slowly as the group of girls were talking to one another.  His eyes traveled across the baslcony.<em> 'ok, an older couple over their, a buisness meeting there, ten people total, why does it feel crowded here'</em>His mind raced as his hands shook.  Nervousness was taking over,  but he was a soldier, a warrior who had seen action, had taken lives, and had been shot, he knew how to steel his nerves. With an audible clearing of his throat he took the initiative and spoke up.<br/><br/><strong> "i'd like to say something..."</strong>his voice echoed across the balcony so all could hear, including the other to present parties.  Gulping softly he stood tall like a man should do, he turned to face Danielle as he smiled.<strong>"Dani,"</strong>he said softly focusing on her<strong>"your my everything, my reason to live, the reason I run, why I wake in the mornings, and why I fight in the first place.  Just a few years ago I was a useless fool, working on a touring ship because i couldn't gain respect, you helped me find who I am today.  There was two people in my life i cared for,"</strong>he was making a subtly reference to his Memaw, who had passed away a month before he shipped out for 6 months.<strong>"now I have one, and I don't want to lose that one thing that gives me reason in life."</strong>the group of girls could tell he was nervous.<br/><br/><strong>  "I guess what I'm trying to say is..."</strong>He fell to one knee smoothly as he slid the small golden ring (http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RNREcwdqBrE/Ru56xOdYIMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zT50eCUWbMA/s320/weddingrings.jpg) from his vest pocket.  It was his grandmothers ring, his 'Memaws' ring, and now he was holding up to Dani as he knelt to one knee.<strong> "Miss Danielle Avena, infront of everyone here,"</strong>He gulped as he looked up to her with loving and longing eyes.<br/><br/><strong>"Will you marry me?"</strong>