[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F48CA7]Josephine Clark[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/c224f7b0f20cc6f4e3f50ca5c82b572e/tumblr_oazl0uJv271todga9o2_500.gif[/img][hr][b][color=F48CA7]Location:[/color][/b] Elite Deck
[b][color=F48CA7]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

Jo had embarrassed herself publicly before. The press always liked circling celebrities, eager for any juicy morsel they could get their hands on to shame them. Hell, the reason she was here in the states was more or less the same thing. Even still, she had considered herself as one with grace. So when she saw herself plummeting down to the ground, her mind blanked.

And then she was pulled up. She had forgotten she was linked with Reddish and the man had saved her. More, he had moved her into a dance position and began to sway and move around the deck in a manner of suave that Jo did not link to the man before. And as yet, she kept in step with him, it being easier on the lady as the gentleman often led. She hadn't expected it, but considering the alternative was a face full of ship deck, she was not about to complain.

Once their "song" concluded, she stepped apart from the man, taking him in. [color=F48CA7]"I daresay I am still more surprised. I didn't...I must...how did that happen?"[/color] She was stunned into disbelief. She had completely forgotten what she was previously talking about. [color=F48CA7]"Vantage point? Oh yes, I think we can get more of the horizon in the picture from at the front of the ship's deck. Maybe with the moon and stars in frame, if possible."[/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F7E2E8]Faye Masterson[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://steamusercontent-a.akamaihd.net/ugc/920294682284009688/2C3E86F3AEFCAC130B3FCF8AC67BC1264F2A7298/?interpolation=lanczos-none&output-format=jpeg&output-quality=95&fit=inside%7C1024%3A641&composite-to=*,*%7C1024%3A641&background-color=black[/img][hr][b][color=F7E2E8]Location:[/color][/b]Main Deck (Open Air Lounge)
[b][color=F7E2E8]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][/center]

Far be it from her to deny a person a drink, but she still felt the man was maybe overdoing it a tad. However, his words spoke the truth even she could understand. [color=F7E2E8]"I quite agree, sir. Life has a habit of throwing wrenches into best laid plans."[/color] She was concerned the man would drink himself into a tizzy and do something drastic. Fall off the ship maybe?

So when he ordered another drink, she saw her chance to help, and maybe gather some information. [color=F7E2E8]"I don't suppose you'd share your troubles over a drink? I could use one myself. On this ship to escape. Name's Faye, by the way."[/color] She did her best to appear like the girls she would hear over the radio or on the screen. Those sultry ladies that coudl get men eating out of their hand. 

This was her first attempt at such things.