So used to the less reputable places in Chi-town, Khayman's eyes wandered over the crowd of club goers, his gaze sifting about for any signs of trouble. There was always trouble to be found in the dives he frequented.
Perception:
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Aaron was happy to be a wingman for Marcus. He played the part of a fresh military cadet to the hilt, regaling the ladies with several humorous anecdotes (non-classified of course). He even managed impress the girls with some performance tweaks to their phones. All in all, Aaron was content to keep things casual with some flirting and banter here and there. Though of course if any of the ladies "insisted" on getting to know the young man on a more intimate level, well then...who was he to refuse the whims of the fairer sex?
Nolan flirts and dances, but doesn't single outr a single girl or look for any activities beyond the club. He actually takes advantage of the boys preoccupation with the girls to engage Khayman in conversation.
"So how did you end up with the assignment to train this lot. Pretty specialized assignment for your average instructor. So you are no average instructor."
Thinking for a moment, the Master Sergeant replied, Honestly, I don't know if it was a reward or punishment. He leaned back further in his chair as he turned to regard the Lieutenant, Several years ago, the squad I was assigned to was decimated while working in old Chicago. We were trying to hunt down this rogue Elementalist who was supposed to be hiding out there. Unfortunately our scrub commander at the time was too reliant on flawed information and before we knew it, he and the rest of the squad was hammered flat by some nasty elemental the perp had summoned. Don't know why the thing didn't squash me too. Taking a moment to let it sink in, he took a swig from his beer and went on, when I returned to headquarters, the Elementalist had escaped and I was the sole survivor.
"So either they figured you'd make a s=good squad leader for a band of magic resistant fighters, or they just had no idea what to do with you. Given that this seems to be the Emperors pet project, I think it highly unlikely that they assigned you as a cast-off."
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Overall the night was a blast. The party moved from the nightclub to the girls penthouse. Conversation and drinks continued into the early morning as Ciri and Marcus talked about the Coalition, Rifts, the threats of magic and growing up in the army. Ciri apparently had similar situations, but not within the coalition. She was from the New German Republic, and her father was a high ranking Officer in their military. He has been living in Chi-town for about five years as an ambassador.
The One girl with long light brown hair, Victoria, is studying to be an engineer and she absolutely loved talking to Aaron. Granted he was far more advanced in his studies than she was, but she offered some nice conversation nonetheless. Her father was an executive for the Wilks company, an extremely well known weapons and technology manufacturer in the Coalition. Much of the Collation's standard gear came from them.
The blond girl in the black shirt was named Ginger, she was studying to oversee her fathers security businesses in the archology. She bounced from Aaron, to Marcus, to Nolan with various topics of conversation about the Military, Chi-town crime, the Dee-bee crime rates vs Human crime rates. She seem to think the Dee-bee crime rate was higher by percentage than the humans, though she also thought if they had better living conditions, it would curb that. Which was a little radical thinking, but hey, she made a good argument for it.
The two girls, Rebecka (The girl in the gold dress) and Olivia (The dark skinned girl, with black hair and a black top) disappeared with Viego for …most of the night. Viego would basically emerge shirtless and sweaty every hour or so, for water, beers or other types of fluids and disappear back into Rebecka's room. This would cause a round of giggles from Victoria and Ginger, and a bit of eye rolling from Cirilla. But needless to say, Viego and the two girls were preoccupied most of the night.
When the sun started to rise, everyone stumbled out into the light of the parking lot and climbed into their perspective vehicles to head home. Marcus and Cirilla exchanged phone numbers. As did Viego and the two girls (though likely not for the same reasons Marcus and Cirilla had). Aaron even got Victoria's number, though again, not for the same reasons his two brothers had.
Everyone drives back to base, happy, a bit tired, but over all glowing from a pretty awesome night. Even the Sarge had a decent time chatting with Cirilla, Ginger and Victoria. Who actually turned out not be completely vapid club whores. ...Well, at least those three hadn't. Viego had skillfully managed to find the two that were in fact, club whores, but hey...he had fun with them.
(DM - Post up some RP if you want. And then toss out what you guys are doing for the next week until a mission drops on you.)
Marcus stretches and yawns as he walks out to the parking lot to get into Sarge's jeep. His buzz was fading a bit, but that was okay. He'd sleep off the rest in a bit when he got home. "Well that was one of the finest evenings I have ever had. Thanks for the night out fellas." He caught Viego and Aaron in each an arm and gave them simultaneous and inescapable head locking hugs. The smile just couldn't quite fade away after such an awesome night. Hell, that was probably the longest conversation he had ever had with a girl. Much less three of them. It was a hell of a lot of fun.
When Marcus gets back to base, he will resume his personal training regiment; weights, combat training, etc. He'll push himself adequately to keep his skills fresh and challenge himself so he will be ready when the mission drops.
Not bad at all, I gotta admit, he said as he swung into the driver seat of the jeep, I'm used to a more down to earth atmosphere, but that young lady you were speaking with Marcus, and the young engineer girl and her friend might have been just as comfortable in my usual surroundings.
Returning to the base, the Master Sergeant continues his own personal work out regime, which consists of running, weight training, and boxing, as well as the usual paperwork that always comes with the position.
Viego walked out with the rest of them, a huge grin on his face. He put his shirt on but didn't bother to tuck it in, and he had that I have been having a lot of sex look about him. He grinned and laughed and said to Marcus, "See you should come out with us more often, there is more to life than just the base after all. I knew you would have fun." laughing he got in the back of the jeep and relaxed, before saying "Anyone else hungry? I am famished."
Viego also returns to somewhat of a routine when they get back to base, making sure to spend time with the dog boys when he can, working out, combat training, flying as much as possible, and going off base if at all possible when he can. He even goes back to see the two girls a few times if possible.
Nolan, who did have to beg off earlier than the boys and depart somewhere around 1:00 am is up and t his duties for 6:00 am, showerd shaved and ready for work. Meaning he might have gotten 3 hours sack time, but he was used to combat missions where it coulkd be days with no sleep. And true to his claim, he could bounce back much faster than most men.
Nolan had plenty to keep him busy over the week, moving his personal effects in, getting acquainted with the base staff, and handling the huge mound of paperwork that went with the boys promotions and change in pay grade.