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[********. Yes. Food.

Tuck was drooling as he slipped into the dining hall, mess hall, dining room, whatever. Food-eat-place.

He spotted an open seat next to Heidi and slipped into it, gently elbowing her as he did. He didn't really care if she was saving it for someone else. When the waiter came past, Tuck grinned from ear to ear.

"Can I getta.. like, do you got, uh, a hefeweizen? Why's there so much tomato on this? I probably can't order like, two menus, right? Bring me the one with the beef. I want it still wigglin'."

[Entering]

Well so far this mission had been interesting and far better than any thing she had done in her past. Tori was still curious to what details of the mission were but she wasn't going to worry too much about it and just have a good time. She did feel bad that she didn't get to shop much with Matt but that was alright she would just have to take him somewhere in the world to go shopping as a personal leave day. Then Aklin was starting to pipe in on places that he wanted to see and Tori just enjoyed him for now.

Walking into the room Tori could see that everyone was taking there seat, so she walked around to make sure there was an open seat next to her that Matt could take it. While sitting down she saw that there were waiters coming around for drinks. Tori thought over to what she wanted to drink as she waited for Matt.

Oh, he was not expecting that.

With a yelp, he all but contorted around in his chair to stare back at the man, eyes wide with the sudden appearance. Oh god oh god. "Uhm Ssuurree." He replied a second later, even after the other had already taken a seat. Well if he had already made his decision anyways.... He just made a note to shrink in his chair a little more.

But then...

Alcohol. People were ordering alcohol. Oh god, was he supposed to order too? Was it expected of him???? The legal drinking age in Canada was either 18 or 19... depending on your region. He was only 18. What was the legal age here? Where the hell WAS here?

Should he?????

"Uhm... I think im good, thanks. Ill just order meal 3 and some water..." Yup, chickened out. He had never had alcohol before, being a 'good kid'. Just because he had this new life, should he start now? Was it bad enough to drive him to drink...?

He eyed both of the men curiously, pondering. One had a really deep accent, but it was actually rather familiar to him, he recognized it as french. They both seemed to speak english well enough. "Hi im Quinn." Why not lets go for basic convo #1.

"Oh. Well, yeah," Wash replied, trailing off a little. He cleared his throat and picked up a menu. After glancing at it, he looked over to her, grinning.

"You know what you're gettin?" He asked casually, and reached down to place his hand on her thigh.

"I think, given the circumstances, it'd be best to eat light." He slipped his thumb ever so slightly under the edge of her skirt.

A flush settled across Sasha's cheeks, and she shifted ever so slightly in her seat.

"Menu two." Her voice was low. "What are you going to eat?"

Sasha's smile was positively wicked.

Entering!

The dining hall had already become quite crowded. Fortunately, however, Ryan managed to find a table that had yet to be filled and though the hunters were mostly being sorted by division, he doubted anyone would mind if a death or sun hunter was seated at a table of moons.

Once he was sure he had claim of the seats, Ryan sent a quick text to the other three. Who, were hopefully somewhere close by.



With that, he flipped his phone shut and tried not to pay attention how Allan was stacking his sugar cubes into something that looked no better than a blocky snowman, while going on and on about anime. Instead, he fixed his gaze on one of the many ice sculptured and wondered how long it would take for the antler to melt off and crash into the table.

"Maybe not all the wine," Evan suggested. "We are still on duty." On a luxury cruise ship, which was a little weird, okay, but they had a job to do.

Evan wasn't quite sure what a tub tim fish was, but the alternative to that was beef wrapped in bacon, and that was really all he needed to see. "Sure hope it's not," he said. "This place is way above our pay grade."

"Most of the wine?" she amended pleadingly.

"Duty, schmooty." Gnat paused, and added as an afterthought, sliding a little closer, "booty."

She made a face at the pay grade comment. "If that's the case, maybe I'll just have water."