<div class="floatright">(http://i1233.photobucket.com/albums/ff383/Idariel1/SeniorSub-lieutenantSeanTavish1.jpg)</div><br/>Between military grooming protocals and his own artistic bent, Sean was developing a sense--not only for how to dress up--but how to look good in outfits of his own desing.  He'd loosened his red-gold ponytail and spritzed up the bangs, donned a snug pair of black slacks and matching suede vest over a silk, navy colored button down.<br/>Walking into the bar with a small satchel, he ambled around 'til he spotted the girls from his future unit.<em>Lucky.</em>Grinning, he crossed too them with a confidant stride and stopped behind a table.  "Good morning, girls."  He knew them well enough from on duty that he didn't feel a need to introduce himself--and would accept it in good graces if it got him named 'Tavish' or 'Airbrush' instead of Sean.<br/>Settling into the chair, he flipped open the case and pulled out greeting card sized envelopes with each of their personal names and flicked them across the table.  Grinning, he simply explained, "I get bored."