Eris Moon<br/>Ares 8 Mess Hall<br/>Tagging:<a class="username" data-user-id="18963" data-username="@TheCorsair" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/18963/">@TheCorsair</a><a class="username" data-user-id="33696" data-username="@Black_Out" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/33696/">@Black_Out</a><a class="username" data-user-id="41027" data-username="@MsBloom" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/41027/">@MsBloom</a><br/><br/>Eris raised an eyebrow at AMI, but said nothing in response to her unexpected behavior. A coding error? A corrupted data artifact? The emergence of free will? Improbable, but not entirely impossible. Something to watch, for certain.<br/><br/>"I always welcome a hard one. And whiskey sounds good as well." Eris offered, keeping her own options open. Didn't seem as if she would have any trouble finding some company this evening. The only trouble would be picking her companion. Or trying to convince multiple companions to share.<br/><br/>"I've done some gymnastics, yeah." More like learning how to break into highly secure buildings, but such distinctions weren't important now.<br/><br/>Then Tug came by, inserting himself into their conversation, and asking his questions, including about her. It seemed her reputation wasn't quite as widespread as she once believed. Oh well, might as well have some fun with it.<br/><br/><i>I bankrupted over a dozen billion dollar companies.</i>"I killed 12 men with my bare hands, and a thirteenth with a stiletto. Not a dagger, a shoe. 5 inch Louboutins, right to the throat. Eris moved in closer to Tug, close enough her breasts brushed against his chest. Fingers far too soft to have ever gripped a weapon caressed his neck, until she found the pulsing artery. "Right there."<br/><br/>Her gaze spanned from AMI to tug and finally to Butch, before taking the whiskey and taking a pull on it. Followed by a whoop, as the alcohol burned down her throat, and an offer to the droid. "You can tell Miss Herd that one too."