[hr][hr][center][h1][color=662d91]Alexander Polawski[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=662d91]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Mexico Beach: L11 (Beach, Near Dance Floor)
[color=662d91][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr][hr]

Alexander looked down at the seated Martins, focusing on Aeron of course as he was the one speaking back to him, giving the military family a smile. He hadn't had any intention of intruding upon their territory tonight as they clearly had been focused on Thana displaying some fine vocal skills, and Alexander showed an initial reluctance once Aeron gestured for him to sit. [color=662d91]"Oh thanks, but I was only…"[/color] The old veteran attempted to explain, but as he turned around to nod in the direction of his fellow Baby Boomer he decided to stay. Manny had gone off to sit with the younger folks at the bar, probably getting to know them better. 

[color=662d91]"On second thought, I'll stay for a little while."[/color] Alexander finally answered Aeron's invitation, sitting down in the chair Macsen had occupied earlier. Manny had gone on without him, and while it could have been sad feeling left out this was for the best really. It was the very same reasoning Alexander had when he looked for Shears earlier. Sitting down beside Aeron - The General of many names - Mugsy looked over to him and Gunny at his side. [color=662d91]"I can't really speak for the two other groups, but Thalia and Manny would have gotten a several medals if they were way back in our days. I have no doubt we all will do our part, but I guess you've already heard that before?"[/color] 

Leaning back in his chair and looking forward for a moment, he took his time to enjoy the life around him. So much life around him after so long in a world devoid of the touch of humanity around. Except for the little scene with the young soldier and Nikki, tonight was lively but calm. Alexander took in a deep breath of fresh, sea air, lowering his shoulders and dropping the smile for a moment. Though he was still happy, happier than he had been for years. [color=662d91]"Don't mind an old dog barking at closed doors, but that photo…the one with Shawn Mason and I, do you have more? Some of those guys I have trouble remembering their faces and…I guess they're not the ones I want to forget, if you know what I mean?"[/color] Alexander asked Aeron, his face calm and collected as his mind was racing through memories of his friends, their faces smudged like old photographs worn and torn over the years. Like he said they were the ones he wanted to remember, everything else not so much.


[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#B8860B]Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=#B8860B]Location:[/color][/b] Camp Mexico Beach: L11 (Beach, Kettles)
[color=#B8860B][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]

Worst case scenario of the anticipated confrontation between Nigel and Hunter, the sword-fighting teacher would have to get in a fistfight with the drunk soldier who looked more and more like the lonely kid in the back of the classroom. Best case scenario, Nigel would have an easy time getting Hunter in bed and perhaps a good talk in the morning. From what Nigel had experienced from Hunter so far, either of those two looked viable. Still with his arm stretched out towards the Drunk Dog Boy, Nigel noted the grin from the Lisa-girl from the bar. Yeah, someone was more fun with this than others. Nigel wasn't one of them. 

When Hunter started talking about throwing tits - a brand new phrase Nigel had never heard in his time around teenagers, alongside "fuck nuggets"- Nigel took it as a sign that his presence was at least partially noted. At first the possiblity that Nigel would have to give him a good Greek wrestle in order to get the glass, but clearly the boy forfeited the battle and handed over the glass. [color=#B8860B]"Yeah yeah, good kid."[/color] Nigel thanked Hunter after getting hold of the glass, giving it a smell and feeling his nose tickle after the first smell of booze in many years. His mind was settled, no booze for him tonight. 

Nigel crouched down beside the prone and still (somehow) conscious Hunter, listening to most of what he was saying. Who he was trying to tell this specifically would become one of the great questions philosophers throughout time would spend their lives contemplating, but Nigel listened and nodded along. Poor kid. Nigel looked up for a moment at Cook and Goat, nodding to the pair. [color=#B8860B]"You've have to deal with this more than me, so I let you the experts decide. But thanks, Hunter too in the morning."[/color] He told them, looking back down at Hunter and sitting down fully with him. 

[color=#B8860B]"What, no! They won't do that, neither to you or Izibell, don't be so dramatic. Look Hunter, it's not that bad…"[/color] he began, trying to think back to his teaching-days of comforting kids who acted just like this. How could he put this the least awkwardly? [color=#B8860B]"They won't kill you or anything like that, but her…Nikki right? I don't know what you said, but if she thinks you think she's lying you really should apologize to her. No, not now, Hunter. When you're awake and sober tomorrow, she deserves on hell of an apology from you. I'm sure you didn't mean that, but alcohol is bad for clarity, I know that myself…"[/color] Did he mean to say that? Not really, but the saying was true; In vino veritas. [color=#B8860B]"Things will get better, or they will blow over."[/color]