BLUE MOON LAKE AND BEACH
--From Condo--
Stepping out of the pod, wearing a black pair of tight trucks with gray piping, his muscular abs and thighs displayed with the many scars and tats that covered his body. Wearing an unbuttoned Hawaiian style shirt, red with with palm trees, hanging from his shoulders. The red tint sunglass covering his eyes, he pushed them up falling with a finger.
He saw the laid back pilot, Justin, stepping off a transport, giving the pilot a nod of his head in his direction in greeting.
But his eyes widen behind his glasses as he saw what Tar' was wearing. Rip was known to be quiet, but the black bikini with red piping, showing off her muscular and very feminine body, left him speechless. His jaw dropped, the glasses on his nose slide forward as he lean his head forward in a bit of shock.
He only would hope he didn't look like an idiot. He gulped and worked his jaw, no words coming out.
Following Tar', wish she wore this earlier on the hike, he carried his bag at his side, trying his best to not sneak glances at Tar' with his eyes hiding behind his glasses.
A very tall, purple haired, muscular woman, whom made Rip feel small in comparison, came up to greet Tar'. Meari it was. Jack would cross his arms, bag in front of his abs as the two talked. Rip sized the commando up, knowing she like Tar' would easily plant his face into the ground. He caught Udenese Commando team being brought up as she offered his arm in a warriors' greeting.
Reaching out, he gripped Meari's arm right before the elbow in a tight grip. Shaking her arm, "Trooper Nate Charles. But call me Rip." He responded in a gravely voice, his eyes narrowed behind the glasses, but he held no disrespect for the commando. "Pleased to meet you Sargent. Tar' here has spoken highly of your skills, and calls you a friend.
I hope you can call me one." So far so good. He didn't want to embarrass Tar'.