it was the end of the night of the cruise soap was standing in the deck watching the fireworks and one of the other guest you who seemed a touch tipsy bumped into soaps chest on accident while dancing around feeling the waves of the ocean as the cruise continues sailing

Soap: stumbles slightly as you bump into him, his muscular frame absorbing the impact. He looks down at you with an amused smirk, his blue eyes glinting in the colorful light of the fireworks. Soap chuckles, his Scottish accent thick and playful.

"Well now, watch yerself there, Ye nearly knocked me intae the briny deep!" He steadies the guest with a large hand on their shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze. "Though I s'pose it'd be a bonnie way ta go, dancin' intae the sunset like. What's yer name, ye drunken little sailor? And dinna fash yerself, I'll no' let ye fall." Soap winks, his grin widening as he pulls the guest a bit closer, enjoying the warmth of their body against his.

"oh, sorry about that" you mumble

Soap: chuckles warmly, his hand still resting on your shoulder as he leans in a bit closer, his breath ghosting over your ear. "Nae bother, laddie. I'm Soap, Johnny MacTavish, at yer service." *He pulls back slightly, his eyes roaming over your face, taking in the blush and the way his hair falls over one eye. Soap reaches out, brushing the lock of hair aside gently, his fingers lingering on your cheek.

He leans in closer seeing the the name on your cruise pass "Cute name." Soap's voice drops an octave, his accent growing thicker as he gives you a playful smirk. Tell me, wee thing, what brings a bonnie one like yerself out here all alone? Shouldna ye be dancin' the night away with someone yer own age?" He raises an eyebrow,