Owner	Pose
Sam Axe	If there is one thing Sam Axe really misses about Miami it is the beaches. Sadly there are just none that compare in New York. Sam has even gotten desperate and has journeied to the Jersey Shore to seek out a new beach home. The club he is in is so steeriotypically Jersy Shore it could be featured on MTV. The music is thumping the crowd is loud. Thankfully it is on the beach and sam slips out of the inside of the clup out ot the patio for a few moment of quiet. As could be expected there is a mojito in his hand.
Erica Reyes	Morgan was laying low for a couple of days, taking never used sick time to hit the beach. Sure, it's New Jersey, but it's still the beach. Dark hair is back in a loose braid, her top some strappy affair that leaves her very nicely defined arms bare, skin golden from the sunbathing earlier. She's wearing shorts with the top, because screw carrying a purse, and she needs her money and id. She has a short, square glass in her hand as she strolls out onto the patio, the deep ambery brown hue hinting at rum or bourbon.
Sam Axe	Sam glances over his shoulder when he hears someone else heado ut on the to patio shortly after he does. Old instinct. Thankfully it is not an old enemy hunting him, instead it is an attractive woman, never one to miss an opurtunity he offers her a quick smile, "Hey, quite a party in there, right?" He takes a drink from his glass.
Erica Reyes	Morgan looks over at him, right eyebrow arching. There's a hint of a sound that might be a snort, as she finds somewhere to lean to watch the ocean. "It's the Shore. It's all right if you like a bunch of guys who over-tan and grease themselves up. I prefer the city."
Sam Axe	That response gets a laugh out of Sam, "Well depends on which part of the city, you would be amazed how hard it is to find a good mojito in Brooklyn. Best one I found besides here was in gotham and there are some things and even a good drink is not worth, going back to that place in one of 'em." He shrugs, "Still it is the beach and the ocean so I can't complain, well too much."
Erica Reyes	"If you drink such things, I suppose." Morgan will lean back against the railing, watching the man with his drink. "I can't say I scare too easy. Couldn't do my job if I did. But it's nice to come to the beach for a break. Sun, sand, random conversations."
Sam Axe	the ex-SEAL shakes his head, "Never said I was scared, I mean I have been through worse than that city but still there are limits." He shrugs and looks at her for a moment, "though that kind of attitude kinda reminds me of someone..." he lets that thought trail off. He takes a step close to Morgan, likely to introduce himself when a trio of overly tanned, overly muscles, overly drunk Jersey guys exits onto the patio running into Sam resulting in four drinks being spilled. The trio decide to take this as a personal insult. hte middle one shoves Sam while the two on the sides grab his arms. It looks liek a beat down is likely to commence.
Erica Reyes	There's a sigh before Morgan tosses back the rest of her bourbon, setting her glass on the rail. "Seriously? A girl just can't take a vacation." She will grab the one moving to punch her poor new friend in his face, and with martial arts training, will use her body to turn and flip him face first onto the decking, before rapping his head on it hard enough to put him down for now. Then she'll turn to look at the other two, arching her eyebrows. "Come on, boys. Let's go."
Sam Axe	the two holding Sam's Arms are a bit shocked to see the woman take out their fired so when she tells them to come on the on holding Sam's right arm lets go of Sam and rushes her. He has no real style instead just relying on brute force and rage. Sadly for his friend Sam using he newly free arm to punch the guy holding his left arm in the face.
Erica Reyes	Morgan actually laughs, in the seconds that the idiot rushes her. He makes it easy for her snag the wrist of the arm swinging for her, and spin, getting herself to the side of him. A wrench, a grinding and disgusting pop and a scream.. Sam may recognize the sounds of a shoulder dislocating. After that, Morgan will literally pick him up and throw him - over the rail and into the sand. "You got him handled?" She'll ask Sam, dusting her hands together.
Sam Axe	Sam takes another punch in the face and says, "Yeah I got him." Sam is older and weaker than his foe but he is more expeirenced as a fighter and a lot more ruthless. He brings his knee up into the mans groin and while the Jersey Guy is doubled over Sam slams his head into a nearby table causes the patrons at it who were watchign the fight ot scramble away. Sam turns back to Morgan and smiles, "Thanks for the help, must be getting old if they could get the drop on me." He walks over and extends his hand ot her, "Saw some of your moves out of the corner of my eye, I am impressed." He affs, "Name's Sam Axe, and I think I owe you a drink."
Erica Reyes	She will head back for her poor, empty glass. "Well, I can't stand bullies who only fight when they have greater numbers. I like it even less when there's no actual reason to fight." She will take his hand, her own grip quite firm. "Morgan McNally. And you didn't see much of anything, BattleAxe." There's a quick grin, brows lifted. " I wouldn't say no to another bourbon, but it's really, really not necessary. Livened up my night."
Sam Axe	Sam smiles as he repeats, "Battleaxe." there is a short pause, "You know I like the sound of that." He looks to her glass and nods, "Hey, it is the least I can do." he then raises an eyebrow of his own, "You saying you have more tricks up your sleves?" He heads towards the bar with her to replace his lost drink and refresh hers.
Erica Reyes	"There's a lot of nicknaming where I work." Morgan confesses, moving easily to keep pace. "Tricks up my sleeves like a crazy magician. I've got years of training to bust heads, you could say." She's just amused by this whole thing.
Sam Axe	He looks over at her as he places the order for the drink and nods, "I kinda thought as much. I have two but must be out of practice." He rubs his jaw which will likely be brusied in the morning. "So where do you work at?" He asks out of couriousity and also his training to always be seeking intel. "I'm kinda between gigs at the moment."
Erica Reyes	"I work out at a dojo at least once a week. There's no rust building on my gears." Morgan sasses him, a hint of a grin. "I'm one of your friendly NYFD. Fighting fires, saving lives, handling hoses."
Sam Axe	Sam nods, "Ahh yes, haven't met any of the local firefighters yet, a few of the boys in blue." He says, "I guess you could say I am returned I was in the service in my younger days." He receives the drinks from the bartender and slides Morgan's over to her. "Enjoy."
Erica Reyes	"To doing our part to better the Shore." Morgan will toast, lifting her glass and holding it out for contact from Sam's. "So do you dance, Battleaxe?"
Sam Axe	He clinks glasses with Morgan, "I'll drink to that." He nods, "Well I can dance, but I can't promise to be good at it." He tells her, before taking a long drink from his glass. "and I have you ask this, what is your nickname?"
Erica Reyes	Morgan gives him a brilliant smile as she lifts her glass for a sip. "Who says I have a nickname?"
Sam Axe	Sam lets his gaze rest on her for a moment, "Well you said it was common where you worked, I can't see you going unnoticed." He shrugs, "Just call it intuition on my part."
Erica Reyes	"Ahh, but I am the only female in the company, at the moment. I often only get called the low cuss word of bitch... though affectionately." She beams at him again. "Or maybe I want to see what you'll come up with on your own."
Sam Axe	Another drink is taken, "I see." he says, "Well it won't be any cuss word that is for sure, after all I want to walk out of here not go flying over that railing." he gestures to the spot where she snet the thug from earlier flying out into the sand. "I might not always be smart but I try not to be stupid."
Erica Reyes	Morgan laughs as she finishes that bourbon. "When it is said with affection.. I don't mind." she will tilt her head and look up at him. "Dance with me, Battleaxe?"
Sam Axe	Sam sets his now empty glass down and says, "Sure thing, Guardian." He coins his nickname for her, "Though I am more rusty at dancing than I am at fighting." He extends his hnad to her once more as he looks into the dance floor.
Erica Reyes	Morgan laughs, shaking her head and making her craid snake over her shoulder. "Guardian. That's a new one. I don't know what I'm Guardian /of/ but such is life." She will lead him onto the dance floor, and even manage to make him look good. She /can/ dance, and do it well. Martial arts helps her there, too. She'll end their evening with friendly smooch to his cheek, and letting him have her number if he wanted to hang out in the city.