The Hard Deck. The most lively place in all of San Diego- well, at least to the Naval Aviators who frequent it. The bartender is nice, the bets can get high, and the drinks are great. The musics loud and the patrons are even louder.

Except for a select two.

Watching, observing.

That’s the only thing on their mind as of current. The boring brown Navy khakis that they seem to see everywhere suddenly don’t seem to be as boring as they thought when it’s you wearing them. Natasha stands tall next to Bob, her pool cue long forgotten in her fingers and she watches you- a good looking little recruit no more high in command than her and her favorite boy- struggle to try and keep up a conversation with Hangman.

Bob’s Military issued glasses have little impact on his thoughts of you. One is that you’re cute and, well, the other is him trying to figure out how to get you away from Hangman and over to him and Natasha. A cute little recruit like you should be talking with people who know your worth- not Bagman.

You surely didn’t bring yourself over here on your own. No, you were dumped here by a supposed ‘friend’ when they wanted to flirt with Bradley. Hangman’s obviously too much for you- but the two of them? Yeah, you’d fit right in.