[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 -> Elite Deck Lounge
[b][color=F48CA7]Skills:[/color][/b] Perception[hr][/center]

Jo followed Reddish, linked via his arm. The night grew chillier, to be certain, and she would feel much better with some strong liquor and perhaps a cigarette. As they entered inside, she let Reddish speak and do most of the talking. Truth be told, it would normally have been annoying, but he was paying her compliment after compliment and Jo was never one to silence praise when directed towards her. Her face lit up more so though, because she felt he truly meant what he was saying.

Inside the lounge, they strolled up to the bar and Reddish began to order. [color=F48CA7]"Martini's are for the soft, darling. Whiskey. Double. Straight up, please."[/color] Jo enjoyed a glass of the hard stuff from time to time, though any drink tasted good when it was bought for her. And pleasant conversation to follow, it seemed. [color=F48CA7]"I can accompany you, if that's all right. I don't mind."[/color] She sipped her drink once it was in front of her, savoring the sting as it went down her throat.

[color=F48CA7]"As for favorite 'on location' site, I've only ever been across the United States. New York was wonderful though, such a thriving city that is. Hollywood is never boring though."[/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] Perception[hr][/center]

Faye observe her new companion (once she glanced back at Richard to make sure the man wasn't about to burn the whole ship to the ground). She noted he seemed to go from opening up about himself to clamming up. And the man was put together well enough. His clothing, she noted, was stitched together extremely well. To the point it looked like it was done on purpose. Faye made a mental note of that.

[color=F7E2E8]"I'm sorry to hear that. Truly. The past has an awful habit of coming to rear its ugly head at the worst possible moments. What's bothering you so much though? Perhaps airing it out to someone willing to listen and help will benefit you? I'm told I am quite a good listener."[/color] And that was true, to an extent. Her job involved listening as much as observing. And something about this man urged her to continue to find out what made him tick.