Once Ocean spotted who she considered to be the cutest Iowan ever, it was time for a goddamn hug. "Hold this!" she said as she handed Che her pint before making a flying leap into Rocky in an attempt to squeeze all the oxygen from his body. "Oh don't worry, Gypsy," Ocean said, "I'm coming for you next."

While Ocean had Rocky in her huglock, she spotted what was mostly likely Sasquatch sitting at the bar. The rifle tipped her off. Ocean and Sasquatch rarely agreed. The things they could agree on were Guinness is good, sex is also good, and pedophilia was, Ocean assumed, uncool. "Cheers, soldier!" she waved.

Ocean finally released Rocky and greeted Gypsy with a hug that was a bit less like an assault.

.........uh

((OOC: .....I have no idea where to go from here. Post over.))