Welcome to Gaia! ::

"Thank you." Ripley nodded to Solia's congratulations, offering his own smile. When Finn's abrasive nature started to distress her, the Trainee reached over to pat her hand. "Ignore the porcupine, he doesn't know how to be nice, and he's too old to learn how." For a moment the conversation after was drowned by the roar of the crowd, and Ripley had leaned away from Solia to get a better look at the screen.

"YEAH CROSBY! Thatta boy~" Ripley cheered, definitely not as loud and boisterous as the rest of the group, but excited by his own standards. When everything settled down, he realized Finn was talking to him. Thankfully he didn't need to answer, and instead happily turned his attention towards Ian and Shiloh.

"Take him out back?" He suggested with a grin, lifting a gloved hand to mime a gun.

The promise of free coffee would be a nice enough net profit, he decided. Around ten minutes later, he arrived. Jack assumed there would be a sizeable group he could lose himself in at least, and he was correct: lucky him, it was mostly people he knew anyway.

Lucky Chel was the first to get his attention, which consisted of a passing glance and a brisk shove of a list--yes, a list--of the things he wanted her to buy. "Order drinks in their largest sizes if asked," he instructed her. "Just the first meal for now. I'll signal you when I am ready for more."



He then chose to stand off to the side from the growing group, because familiar faces or not, Jack stilll didn't really people well. His gaze was fixed on the screen with a studious look.

Dorian got another punch for his efforts, a less 'enthusiastic' one this time. "******** you, it has nothing to do with being nice. I haven't had a ******** coffee in ******** forever, that s**t on the island doesn't count."

Nick glanced over at Ripley and Solia, and rather than ignoring the comments or brushing it off, she gave a wry grin. "Never had a ******** target this easy!" Perhaps it was the canadian atmosphere, but then again, she did decide to prove her point in the worst way possible. She proceeded to tap Finn's face with the end of her straw while he tried to focus on the game, getting a drip of iced cappuccino on his cheek. It was all too easy to ignore the guy's cursing.

The girl had taken two sips from the cold drink before she had cracked open the lid of her coffee, and took a long drink from that one as well. It was early, why the hell not. This would be about as much extravagance as she could afford for the month so she might as well enjoy it.

When she saw Ian enter the room, she slammed down the coffee. "HEY YOU DRUNK ********!" She shouted, and it was hard to tell if it was a greeting or an outburst of anger.

Shiloh followed in tow behind Ian, almost entirely not shy about holding Ian's hand and definitely excited to see everyone, especially in a setting where everyone seemed so excited. Sports were always good for that, for camaraderie and fun. He truthfully didn't follow hockey all that much himself, even if he was familiar with it but the Olympics were always a special occasion and he was glad to tag along.

He laughed as Ian wrapped Finn in a hug, shaking his head, untangling his hand from Ian's with a squeeze before swatting him on the head, and plunking down in the seat next to Finn.

"Get us a coffee, maybe?" he grinned at Ian, teasing. Then relenting as he always did, "Pleeease?"

A loud voice caught his attention and he glanced over, a bit surprised. It was certainly an increasingly rowdy bunch, and he smiled, shaking his head again, shooting Ian a curious look.

All Dakota need to hear was party.

He wasn't Canadian but somewhere down his bloodlines of native americans, there was probably a small line of something there.

Soon enough, Kat would find a moon hunter draped over her, to complete a moon, sun and moon sandwich with Ryan on the bottom.

It was the circle of life.

"Who scored what and what is this sport...?" obviously Dakota had no idea what hockey was and took a sip of his coffee. "Who's the good guys? Which ones better?" He asked, "Oh s**t do they get in fights?"

"s**t, you serious?" He already missed a goal? Wait, what was the score. He was about to question further when yet another joined them in the booth. This time it was an all too familiar moon hunter. One who happened to get a wry grin before the coffee in his hand was snatched away from him.

"Aww thanks Dakota, you shouldn't have." He gave the coffee a little shake as the grin grew wider. The thought had crossed his mind to nab Kat's coffee, but that was just asking to get decked.

"Dude, how can you not know what hockey is?" He gave the other moon hunter a shove and 'tsked' at him and paused momentarily. "And Canada is, obviously."

"Sure Ryan no problem, I don't mind sharing my cooties, by all means drink it..." Dakota gave Ryan a very scary smile, the kind of one that might've put something in his coffee. Maybe Ryan would be feeling a bit...HAPPIER, the more he drank. "Enjoy, my moon bro."

He snorted at both of their reactions. "I grew up in Colorado, Football is what we played." and watched like a whole bunch of people on ice like piled on each other.

It was kind of like football right?

"So what, they get the black little thing into the goal...OH I REMEMBER THIS s**t. MIGHTY DUCKS!!!"

Ryan immediately stopped himself from taking a sip and instead eyed the beverage suspiciously; frowning. "I always knew you were diseased." He sighed, handing it back to the other moon hunter. "Take it away, I fear one hopelessly infected hunter is bad enough." That and if that coffee was spiked, he wanted none of it.

When Kat spoke up, Ryan couldn't help but nod enthusiastically. "What she said! Footballs got nothing on hockey." He beamed a little. Happy with the fact that their country was currently competing for the gold medal.

"Mighty Ducks? Seriously dude. THAT'S what you remember about hockey?" There was moment of silence before he added. "That's a little depressing."