<span style="color: #FF0000">"You haven't seen what I can put down."</span>Maxine countered. Not that she typically went too far. Broadcasting that she had clearly inhuman constitution was, at best, asking for someone to test it. Entertaining the drunk and the occasionally bullying had very little charm to it. Most of the time, Maxine didn't have charming company. Charming company with green eyes and a smart mouth and a smarter ass.<br/><br/>Maxine stalked toward the bartenders table, and realized that yeah, no tequila tonight. Solidarity besides, if she was going down on Reiko, it would be nice to retain motor control. Fumbling around with carbon-nanotube synth-muscles would probably bruise, at the very least. It had been awhile since she'd had any vodka down the hatch. Not since before her augmentation, if memory could be trusted. She glanced aside, taking another look down at Reiko. Don't judge, its a very cute butt.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Ass still sting?"</span>Maxine asked, the very soul of discretion. Then, despite all amounts of self control, she grinned.<span style="color: #FF0000">"I can try kissing it better."</span><br/><br/>Poetry.