Stoney's Pub

[Sam Mitchell]

February 13th, 2011
1900 Hours (7:00pm PST)

Stoney's pub was one of Sam's favorite bar to hustle a couple of unsuspecting victims, and relax, no doubt. Naive newcomers that were picked up by the brunette were stared at with a smirk by the regular customers, knowing what was coming next; a punch below the belt right to their ego after getting their asses handed to them, by a woman, at a pool game. The dyed brunette didn't have anything important to take care of when she was off duty, and by important things I mean annoying boyfriends who constantly suffocated Sam until she threw them out the door, head first. Alright, so maybe the woman had a certain issue with relationships, not that she would never admit that to herself.

Usually quiet during the week, the pub is packing with newly turned adult college kids looking to massacre their livers. They were the ones cobalt eyes roamed over, like a predator in the wilderness looking to attack its prey. It was feral, the look in her sea blue eyes, and most drunken 21 year olds interpreted it as lust. A wink, a charming smile, that's all Sam needed to do to attack the unsuspecting prey with a friendly challenge; a pool game.

Tonight was no different, the usually bored bartender was sweating like a pig trying to keep up with the college kids' demands. Shot after shot was handed out like money in striper's panties. Nice analogy there, you hang out with men way to much. Chuckling at her own thoughts, Sam finished the last bit of her Whiskey as she spotted the stereotypical jock-type college guy make his way towards her. Let the free drinks commence.

However, a tap on her shoulder caught her attention, and the bottled brunette turned to see who the offender was. Cobalt eyes landed on a familiar face; she smiled.


(anyone is welcome to join, the more the merrier. ;] )

[Cameron Huxley]

"Sup, Gunny" Cameron smiled as he than looked over her shoulder and nodded his head back, telling the other guy to basically piss off. Cameron was wearing his BDU's and his lance corporal stripes hung proudly on his collar. He held a beer tight in his grasp and smiled back at his Gunnery Sergeant. Sam Mitchell. Setting the beer down he leaned against the pool table next to her.

"So, the Gunny, out at a bar, on a sunday night. You should know better" he laughed with a playful smile "We got work in the morning. The beautiful usual" he swung his arms in the air and took a swig of his beer "Wake up, drill, breakfast, drill, lunch, war games, dinner, drill, night war games, sleep, rinse, repeat" he laughed again and set down his beer.

[Sam Mitchell]

The Sergeant barely stifled her laughter as the quickly approaching jock was just as quick to retreat when his eyes landed on Corporal Huxley. Sam leaned forward slightly, mirth shinnying in her sea blue eyes. ''Normally, I would thank you for scaring hormonal crazed kids from me, but-'' The brunette paused with a head shake in mock disappointment. ''I could have gotten free booze.'' She finished matter-of-factly.

Winking at the Corporal to tell him she was just fooling around, the woman turned around and ordered a Budweiser. She turned to look at Cameron while she payed for her beer, nodding a thank you the bartender. ''It's Sam on weekends, corporal. Just don't forget who's on top.'' She finished with a smirk.

Sam hadn't opted in wearing her full BDU uniform for the fact the air in the bar was thick and heavy, and the loose uniform hid her proud toned curves. If you have it, flaunt it. Instead she wore a pair of BDU pants and a tight, 'V' neck black tee. A small patch displayed her rank on her right shoulder. ''I think the 'rinse' is the crucial step in our routine, especially for those privates.'' The woman joked as she took a sip of her cold beer. ''It's rough, but I wouldn't wanna live any other way.''

[Cameron Huxley]

"I hear yah on that, gunny. Civilian life is too boring, to bland. I mean shit I find myself missing the damn sandbox like it was a gift or something." Cameron downed his beer. He grabbed the pool stick to his right and propped himself up onto the table and ran his hand over the polished wood of the pool stick.

"I can go for a good ol game of pool, how about you gunny?"

[Sam Mitchell]

Sam raised an eyebrow at the man, while she took another gulp of the light beer without breaking her gaze. The Sergeant stood up, striding towards her new challenger. ''Challenging your Gunnery Sergeant, sir?'' The brunette set down her beer on one of the corners of the surprisingly luxurious wooden pool table before she grabbed herself one of the pool cues, hanging idly from a rack on the wall.

The bar itself really portrayed the English pubs' atmosphere, especially with that deer head hanging from the wall behind the bar, staring down at you with void eyes. Many found themselves staring in those once brilliant eyes, mostly during that last drink that makes you say: ''Why'd I drink that again? I'm already shitfaced.'' with more slurred words, of course.

This wasn't going to be her usual hustle, win and leave the bar with an inflated ego and an inflated wallet. This young Marine was a decent man, besides, he looked like a guy who can handle himself with a cue; figuratively speaking. ''How about, the winner pays the next round of drinks?'' Sam offered as she set her cue down on the table and placed the 15 balls in the rack, the 8 ball looking cozy in its position in the middle of the mass.

Sam rolled the triangle rack forward then back until the first ball was directly on the round marker. Removing the rack off the the table, she gave it a little spin between her two forefingers before hanging it below the wooden table. The brunette placed both of her palms against the edge of the table, grinning at Cameron before she pushed herself off, grabbed her cue and motioned with her hand for him to break. ''The honor is yours, Huxley.''

[Cameron Huxley]

Cameron took the pool stick into his hands and leaned over the table. His smoothly slid the wood between his fingers as he pushed back and forth once, twice, and a third time. The stick connected with the white cue ball leaving a blue mark from the chalk. The white ball connected with the triangle at the other end of the table ricocheting through them. As the ball split apart he watched as the yellow ball slid into the corner pocket.

"Solids, gunny" he winked as he laughed and took another chug of beer. Once finished he listed his glass and nodded at the bartender who nodded back and popped the top on another beer, handed it to a waitress who walked over. Cameron slipped her a five as a tip and bent over to shoot the next ball but could not find an opening. He shot the cue ball to the side to block Sam in.

[D.J. Ortiz]

She had been seated at the bar, throwing back a shot of tequila effortlessly but reminded herself that she still had work to do. Damn military. Someone caught sight of the dark haired beauty and started peddling smooth love words and even the occasional slur at being a Spanish girl. She had heard spic before, she had heard mamacita. It was all games to her. D.J. arched a brow and leaned back in her seat, peering down at the college kid. "You couldn't handle me." batting those dark lashes with those hazel eyes. Looks to kill.

The guy nodded and still tried to sweet talk her. Well, that ruined a perfectly good tequila. She didn't need to punch this guys lights out, though she wanted to. The Latina had a little more self control than that. The pint sized Hispanic girl got up from her seat after slapping down a five for the bartender. "Keep the change." her raspy voice exhaled.

She was shorter than this guy, and practically anyone in this bar. But beware, the slender woman was a force to be reckoned with.

A black wife beater, BDU pants with combats and her long dark curls were surprisingly down today in a low ponytail.

"C'mon, chica." the college kid smirked, grabbing her ass.

"All right, that's it." D.J. sighed, when he got closer to her, she slammed her boot on his foot. Too bad she couldn't actually knee him in the groin.

"Sorry...bitch." the college kid hopped away and a smirk was placed on her full lips.

"Anytime, pussy." she muttered to herself heading for the pool table.

[Cameron Huxley]

At the sound of a man cursing loudly and the clatter of beer bottles, Cameron turned. His eyes fell upon a woman in a black wife beater and camouflage BDU's. From the combat boots he saw she was military and the camo pattern in her pants told she was army. Cameron laughed to himself and turned to his Gunny, "Feisty one."

[Sam Mitchell]

The brunette raised an eyebrow at Cameron as he blocked the perfect shot she could have had at the blue 10. Walking up to the table with confidence, Sam leaned down against the table, slid the cue between her fingers in a familiar manner as she lined up for a rebound shot.

The white ball hit one of the edges then hit the stripped 14. Its trajectory was almost perfect as it slid across the table and rolled into the middle pocket, on the left of the table.

Sam caught half of what was happing on the corner of her eye, only turning to give the display of douchebagness her full attention when the assault-ee, a small Latino woman, crushed one of the jock's foot with her boot. Now that was a sight that made her smile, or in this case, snort a laugh. Sam only nodded at the Corporal's comment.

It was clearly obvious, from the brunette's attire, that she was also a military woman. Though, the distinct color of her uniform was from the Army and not the Marine Corps.

Sam saluted the small brunette as she approached their table. ''Glad to see you telling their drunken asses that military women don't like to get stepped on there toes, so to speak.'' The Sergeant smirked at the newcomer as she took another swig of her beer. It seemed lonely, sitting on the corner of the table.

[D.J. Ortiz]

The minute she caught Cam's eye, the young woman let her dark gaze settle on him and take him in. But it was Mitchell that she was struck with. Oceanic blue eyes. Good lord. D.J. smiled as she leaned into the pool table as her palms moved down onto the wooden frame. "Name's sunshine." the woman laughed, cracking her neck side to side. "Parents were hippies." arching a brow. She turned to look at the college kid that was still bitching about his foot. "My revenge was to enlist." saying it a little louder so he could hear her. Lies of course. Her name definitely wasn't Sunshine. Hearing the other woman snort she smirked and up-nodded.

"You are?" she hadn't been exactly brand new, but she was just starting to learn their names. The Latina did however guess from just common sense and being generally intelligent that these two were definitely above her rank. They deserved respect, plenty of it. In which these college douche bags weren't giving them. She could probably go for another tequila, without even getting drunk but decided against it.

The girl had however caught the whole pool contest and was pretty interested in this. She would have bet money, but... everyone was watching. No really, she would have. Against code, against the law, who cared? But the main factor is, she didn't.

Hazel eyes watched the pool table and wagered that the woman would win over this guy. But who knew? Tables could turn, right? Perching herself on a nearby chair, D.J. scooted it over and sat in it backwards to watch the pool match. She leaned her arms on the chair, taking in the beauty that was a bar. Rowdy, full of alcohol and drunk people and the occasional cigarette.

Wonderful.

[Sam Mitchell]

Sunshine? Well, the woman sure can crack a joke at herself. Sam chuckled, though she caught the look the Latina gave the young Corporal. Gunny couldn't blame the woman, she knew exactly how she felt. It was nearly impossible to miss Cameron; fit, young, hot, nice guy. Exactly what women wanted and the star of their 'pleasant' dreams. However, Sam had always remained professional around the youngster. Besides, relationships weren't on her priority list.

The look the small brunette gave Cameron was now directed at the Sergeant, the intensity in the woman's chocolate brow eyes was enough to make anyone back away in fear, though in this case, the gaze had the opposite effect.

The thoughts that ran through the bottled brunette's head would be the object of every big controversy in the Army, but they couldn't slap her fingers for flirting, right? Just like the Queens of the Stone Age song, Sam was just going with the flow. She extended her hand towards the woman, who had just seated herself in a chair.

''Sam Mitchell, Gunnery Sargent, Charlie Company, third Marine Division.'' The introduction would have sounded too formal, especially for a bar, if Sam hadn't drawled out every word in her usual raspy voice, cobalt eyes shinning with mirth, smirk firmly in place at the corner of her lips. She was definitely flirting.

[Cameron Huxley]

Cameron cocked an eyebrow as he watched his Gunny's attitude and manner change. She was flirting with the young soldier in front of them. Cameron shielded a laugh and finished off his second beer.

"Cameron Huxley, Lance Corporal, Charlie Company, Third Marine Division." He introduced himself in a non flirtatious manner, just as anyone would to another soldier. He added a smile and a small laugh as well to not sound so serious.

He leaned in to Sam and whispered to her, "You flirt any harder your liable to drop your panties right here, Gunny." he nudged her.

[Sam Mitchell]

Sam chuckled at the youngster, if it would have been anyone else, the pool cue in her hands would have been used to crush another set of balls. However, the Sergeant took Cameron's teasing lightly. He was just simply to damn cute to get mad at, especially with that smile.

She rested her elbow on his shoulder and tugged at his earlobe. ''Good thing I'm not flirting with you then, Corporal.'' Sam whispered back with a wink, patting his chest as she moved away from him.

[D.J. Ortiz]

Up-nodding to Sam and then Cam as she took the Sergeant's hand in a firm shake, then letting her arm move back to her chair. "D.J. Ortiz, Private 1st Class, Echo Company, 40th Infantry Army Division." she had been people watching too much to even notice the winks and whispers exchanged between Gunny and Cam. "Also known as bitch extraordinaire according to that guy." thumbing towards the college kid, she'd never let him live that one down. And to his friends? He just got his ass whooped by a girl.

"So who's going to win the competition?" gesturing towards the pool game at hand.

[Gary Hoffor]

Walking out from the mens room, double checking his fly with his left hand. Gary re-scanned the room. standing 6'3" tall and barrel chested. The grey underarmour tee shirt stretched across his large chest. Blue jeans and work boots finished his wardrobe.

Seeing that the bar was still full of guys from the nearby college, his eyes found the only females in the place. illuminated by the bright bar light above the pool table. And some marine playing pool with one. "well, that leaves one for me" Gary thought.

Walking up to the pool area, "greetings lady's and marine. how's everyone's evening going?" starting the small talk, Gary moved to a table on an angle from Ortiz. this way he could look at everyone while not having to turn his head. "looks like another night of cattle farming at the local watering hole. can you believe, a college down the block and none of those hippies can bring a flower to this testosterone ladened bar!"

realizing that his mouth was about to get him into trouble, again. "well, let me introduce myself. I'm Gary." looking from one female to the next, followed by looking at the marine, "and you are?"