[i]"Let's see how you play, big man."[/i]

Suddenly, Tide stood up, folding his hand. Scott felt a rushing sensation as he returned to reality. His expertly calculated hand would not get to see the light of day. No sense in continuing with only two players, and he'd be damned if he didn't get a top bunk before Tide and Erik did. Slapping his hand down on the table, he stood as well. "Well that was pointless," he said, the frustration he felt evident in the tone of his voice. Scooping up his briefcase from the floor, he made his way over to the ship and climbed up the ladder. As he grabbed the first rung he managed to grab the case by the handle with his teeth in order to free up his other hand for the task.

His first step into the ship's interior wasn't exactly as he expected it to be; in fact, it was somehow worse. The ship hardly looked capable of flight, let alone carry out a mission. But hey, what did he know? Scott had never operated any vehicle in his life, so who was he to judge the working condition of a ship he'd never flown in before? Mumbling this under his breath, he slowly sulked over to the men's quarters where he found Erik sleeping and Tide's belongings near the closest bed. Luckily, the top bunk above Erik was still open. "Dibs!" he called out loud, tossing his case onto the bed to signify his newly found ownership. "Don't touch my shit, got it?" he said in passing to Erik before leaving the room, already forgetting he was trying to sleep.