RIGGS & STEVE.
"Babe." The word just sounded entertaining coming out of the Hawaiian-born SEAL, bringing a small grin to Rigg's face. He'd heard it out of the Hollywood elite trying to sound savvy and smooth or the guys from back East, as casual as a 'dude' or a 'man' to them. He knew where Steve picked it up from. "Ain't 'brah' more your speed?"
Clapping his fellow SEAL on the shoulder, he took another swig from his bottle before he pointed at the bonfire. "I came to bask in the firelight, reconnect with nature," he added, slowly moving his arm upwards to indicate the sky. "I also fell asleep on the beach so taking a nap was out. I figured I'd indulge in free booze and try to appear as if I know how to behave out in society."