Nearby, Juan dozed against a life preserver with his mouth slightly open and completely unconcerned with the world around him. How someone could sleep through Jaime and Hikari's enthusiastic shouting was beyond me, though Juan had elevated laziness to an art form.
The irony that he possessed one of the most tactically versatile Aspects in our class wasn't lost on anyone who bothered paying attention.
Across the deck, Braxton leaned against the opposite railing with a steaming travel mug that smelled more like bourbon than coffee. His perpetually disheveled appearance seemed to fit the landscape of the open sea, wild and untamed and vaguely threatening despite its beauty.
Carmen lounged beside him with her face hidden behind oversized sunglasses that screamed hangover, and her usual crisp white shirt was wrinkled and untucked.
When she caught me looking, she gave me a small conspiratorial wink that made me wonder exactly what she thought she knew about me.
