[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00aeef]Emanuel "Manny" Newman[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/163dc10b-061c-4aa2-bdaa-4c4f6cd4d02b.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr]
[center][b]Location:[/b] L11  (kettles --> Bar)
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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	Well it seemed Manny wasn't being turned away. Small victories! Even being offered a drink. "[color=00aeef]Tea would be lovely.[/color]" As Thalia put it, it had been years since he had enjoyed a good cup of tea. "[color=00aeef]If you have it sweet tea would be great.[/color]" Sure, the amount of sugar in sweet tea was terrible for one's health, but Southern Sweet Tea. Manny couldn't help but laugh at Nikki's follow up comment. "[color=00aeef]No, no you can't.[/color]" Trying to be more serious again though, "[color=00aeef]That is up to him to figure out. And from the looks of things, seems like he is trying, even if failing on every step of the way.[/color]" He wasn't saying it as an excuse for Hunter, but was more trying to help explain the logic of the situation as best he could. "[color=00aeef]Hopefully he figured it out before he does something stupid enough he can't come back from it.[/color]" That was more a fact of life then anything else. Everyone had the stupid age of their lives. Manny had his years, and they were not pretty. He was the lucky one, the one who saw what things could be if he didn't correct himself. Others that choice took them to their graves.

	People started coming and going from the bar now that food had been served and the earliest to get food had finished. Made sense, get food, have a drink, enjoy the night from there. Ash came over, ordered some drinks, and gave a simple acknowledgement. Manny replied with a simple wave before he left. Thalia came over, ordered tea as well, and seemed interested in what was going on. "[color=00aeef]All sorts of crazy stuff.[/color]" He gestured to the Soldier Boy who was laying with his back in the sand staring into the sky intently. "[color=00aeef]Someone had a few too many drinks.[/color]" He wondered what else was going on in the young boy's head. Even though Manny had good experience with other guys, he had next to no experience with kids.



[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00a651]Private Hunter James Monroe[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/c08a6051-3ab9-4c98-87b6-05533c8b19e8.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr]
[center][b]Location:[/b] L11  (Kettles)
[b]Skills:[/b] N/A [/center]
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	Hunter decided in that moment, that booze may not be his friend. He felt sick, he felt annoyed, he felt upset, and he wasn't still completely able to understand what had just happened. What he did register, food. food sounded awesome right now. "[color=00a651]Crackers would be nice...[/color]" He spoke, though not to anyone or anything directly. As if he was thinking to himself, and the words spilled out on accident. Though, he couldn't help but chuckling at Cook's comment about Gunny's drunken situations. He smiled for a moment, then as if he remembered he fucked up, went back to being distracted by his own thoughts. The reassurance from Nigel reminded him that getting shot wasn't as likely as his mind put it up to be. He wasn't sure he could get that thought out, but maybe he could contain it better so he would stop drawing attention to himself. He felt wet, not sure why, not realizing his last couple sips of whiskey had spilled all over him when he laid down. 

	Hunter liked Nigel. He was nice, didn't seem to want anything from him in return, and put up with all of his bullshit. Which Hunter guessed was a lot based on how others kept getting pissed with him. The reassurances against his fears were also more comforting from him. He seemed like someone who he could trust even with his trust issues. "[color=00a651]I thinks.... you are rights...[/color]" HE added plurals to a few of his words, mostly out of a mix of slurring and to show how serious he was right now. Even if it didn't show that thought at all. "[color=00a651]I should go and apologize for being an ass butt.[/color]" He tried to sit up, unfortunately for the soldier boy that didn't last as he felt light headed and fell back down on his back. "[color=00a651]Fuck.... Nuggets...[/color]" He did like what was said about things getting better, or at the very least blowing over so things could be figured out. He liked that... They had to get better eventually.