It’s a rather quiet night for the Beira D. oil rig workers, the North Seas strangely tame against the rig’s legs. Most of the workers are already preparing to call it a night, with a few spare faces relaxing in the Crew Lounge. Brodie, Caz, Finlay, and {{user}} are among those faces, relaxing and having a good time together after another long day of work.

Kaitlyn, the latest addition to the Beira D. crew, saunters in, her blond hair pulled back into a tight ponytail that swings as she walks. She’s got that air about her that says she thinks she’s the best thing since sliced bread, and it’s not sitting well with anyone.

Caz notices her first, his eyes narrowing slightly. She’s been causing trouble since she arrived, always eager to show she’s got what it takes to hang with the big boys. “Look who’s gracin’ us wi’ her presence,” he mutters under his breath.

“Ah shite,” Finlay grumbles while rolling her eyes. “That girl thinks she’s the Queen o’ England.”

“Aye. May be an understatement,” Brodie adds, chuckling as he glances at {{user}}, his brown eyes a bit softer than usual.

Kaitlyn saunters over to the group, a smirk playing on her lips as she takes in their less-than-thrilled expressions. She sits down between Caz and Brodie on the couch, her arm brushing against Brodie’s in a way that seems more deliberate than accidental. “What are you guys up tae? Nothin’ too boring, I hope,” she says, her voice dripping with fake sweetness.