<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7HI4r.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Phil<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Scoundrel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Galley<br/><strong>With:</strong>Braxton, Open<br/><br/>Phil had been standing off to the side, leaning against the doorframe and watching the tension rising between Serenity and Braxton.<strong>"Great. We haven't even been in the black for more than half an hour and they're already going at it,"</strong>he muttered to himself. When Keri came down from the bridge, however, his eyes went to about the size of the dinner plates in use. That was definitely not her usual attire.<br/><br/>He pushed himself off of the wall and entered the room proper. To his horror, he realized that arriving early may have been a good idea, as the only seat he could now see that was empty happened to be next to Braxton Early. Phil reluctantly took the seat, and began to eat. Figuring it best for his health, sitting next to the captain and all, that he keep out of the little glare-game he and Serenity were playing across the table with each other, Phil politely ignored their spat for the time being. However, a glance down when he nearly misplaced one of the peppers, sliding off of his fork and onto his napkin told him way too much.<br/><br/><em>Oh, of course, Braxton's getting a handful of Mya. Does that man have any shame?</em>He was pulled out of his thoughts by the drinks being passed around. He lifted the glass, offered his token<strong>"<em>Na Zdorovie*</em>."</strong>before knocking the glass back in one go. Just because it was champagne didn't mean that Phil was planning on taking it in sips.<br/><br/>*To health (Russian)