[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/h1][img]http://pa1.narvii.com/6004/073b6001fd5dc03fb4c7952799d10a5d7d6bdff6_hq.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=#4dffa6][b]Location[/b][/color]: Prometheus - Cargo Bay ---> Dorothy's Quarters ---> Cargo Bay[/center][hr][hr]	Dorothy wasn't sure if she should be surprised or not that Daphne had decided to join them. Her sister had been working on her task for a while now she supposed and it was possible that she had finished, but Dorothy doubted it. Not every piece on the ship could've been cleaned by now, as most people still kept their personal guns on them. But at any rate, she had done her best and Anisa seemed to be fine with Daphne joining. 

	She didn't find Harper to be presumptuous at all. He was right. She and Anisa did probably need to talk. And if he was going to keep the three guys from being too much - or at least, keep them away from the pair of them - then perhaps it wouldn't be too bad. She didn't like bars or alcohol, but she could do one drink for her friend. 

	[color=4dffa6]"I'll bring that anti-anxiety shot to go, then,"[/color] Dorothy said. If Anisa needed her there, then she'd be there. She headed back into the ship and up to her personal quarters, quickly going through her belongings until she found one of the few [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/fd/89/29/fd8929ab273263c76b4418c1658706ce--modest-dresses-simple-dresses.jpg]dresses[/url] that she owned. It was a little old fashioned, but she felt more comfortable in those sort of dresses. It was a matter of personal preference. Hesitating for a moment, Dorothy put her hair up in a bun. She had to resist the urge to put her jacket on top of the entire ensemble. Her best friend wanted a night on town and a drink to one of their fallen friends. The least she could do for Jackson would be to leave the aviator coat behind. 

	Exactly five minutes after Anisa had ushered her off, Dorothy returned to the cargo bay. She hoped that there wouldn't be any rowdy comments, but there were a lot of unknowns in the crew -- namely, the pilot, Foy, and Jahosafat. But at any rate, she doubted Harper would suddenly act insane. He seemed to have been stable, for the most part. 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=8882be]Fitz Townsley[/color][/h1][img]https://static.tumblr.com/91c0476a118256a00cfcd54c6d88de99/syeuhpr/lBjmu0s7f/tumblr_static_b.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][color=8882be][b]Location[/b][/color]: Lady Luck's[/center][hr][hr]	Fitz was entirely unaware of the ploy going on around him. He hadn't noticed the looks from the pair that had attempted to steal from him earlier - he wouldn't have even recognized them. Royus had been the one to catch a would be thief in the Toy Store. Fitz, meanwhile, was practically oblivious the entire time to all manners of thievery going on around him, even the ones specifically targeting him. Hearing someone fall to the ground behind him, Fitz tried to dart out of the way, only for an [i]incredibly[/i] attractive woman to pull her arm around him and then guide him away. 

	[color=8882be]"W-w-w-w-what...?"[/color] Fitz asked quietly. What was she even talking about? No one had been trying to hurt him...Had they? The confusion was clear on his face, and he followed her over to the bar, only because that seemed to be the path of least resistance. But at the same time, he was regretting more and more stumbling into this place. He should've stayed and looked around the Toy Store some more.