The hand that touched that alien thigh really was something a bit new for him.  Even through the fatigue pants he could feel the thick muscle within her thighs.  It was definitely something new to him with his experience with Asari.  Most that he had seen always seemed lithe, elegant and beautiful.  Never built like a soldier, but more with athletic sleek muscle.  Just from this little feel, Darion couldn’t help but be reminded of one or two marine chicks he had been with in the alliance.  If he had needed any more evidence that Maethia was a soldier girl, feeling her built muscle was proof enough.<br/><br/>Good thing he liked soldier girls.  Usually they didn’t look cute like Maethia was when she was biting her lip in what looked to his drugged mind like nervousness.  Plus with some of the smoke cutting around the curves and edges of her face, it was too bad he couldn’t get any harder.  At her words he couldn’t help but grin a moment.<span style="color: seagreen">“I know, I cheat like…”</span>he never got to finish that as she took the words right out of his mouth when she moved, un-invited right into his lap.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">“Oh, yes.  Much more fair.”</span>He said after a moment to not be speechless.  He could feel the solid toned muscle of her read pressing against his thighs and it surprised him enough that he had the short pause was unavoidable.  But after that his open hand began to roam after taking the glass back from her and taking a sip.  Unlike her though, he had an open hand even with the glass.  While her hand explored him, she would also feel each of his tones and trained muscles under the fabric of his shirt.<br/><br/><span style="color: seagreen">“But I still have the advantage here.”</span>With those words, and while looking up at her in the eyes, his open hand moving down to take her ass, and pull her as close as he could.  He pulled her close enough that she would feel him pressing against her through both their sets of pants.  And proof that he wasn’t small at all, and he was rock hard.  Once they were basically hip to hip was when he started moving his open hand up along her toned hips before reaching her shirt.  That he grabbed and started to pull.  It was obvious his intention.  As soon as her shirt was no longer tucked in Darion moved his hands up underneath, to actually feel her skin.  His hand moved along lightly touching, and teasingly slow.<br/><br/>That wasn’t the only place he was teasing though as while his hands started to run along her skin, he took another sip of the drink before quickly moving forward and kissing Maethia lightly on the lips and pulling back.  Teasing her and inviting her to be even more aggressive.  He was also sure to be quick so she could still taste the drink on his lips.<br/><br/>With all this, he no longer had any attention on what Ashana was doing at all, but he did catch glimpses of their exposed skin from around Maethia’s head and shoulders.  He needed no more enticing though.<br/>……………………………..<br/><br/><span style="color: sienna">“Shit…”</span>Kala grumbled, pretty sure she wouldn’t even try to hack into the ship any time soon.  She could remember the threats against her all too well.   Even drunk, and very, very curious, she was not stupid enough to try.  It was such a shame; Taseer was making it so tempting to want to know the past of that asshole that was second in command.  And how a human became in charge.  To keep herself from thinking about it, she continued to drink as Taseer continued.<br/><br/><span style="color: sienna">“Oh joy.  I am hiding from someone I don’t even know just because I agreed to come on this ship.”</span>Well, at least add another one to that list anyway.  She still was sure she have few friends on Omega. But hearing it all, made her very curious about the whole past of this ship and crew.  Though at the mention on taking out one of their pursuers out, she couldn’t help but grin.<span style="color: sienna">“Not much can survive this girl’s gun can it?”</span><br/><br/>But after that, following Taseer’s gaze, Kala knew she had lost the woman’s drunk attention completely at the mention of fucking something.  Though she still couldn’t help but grin.  Maybe the alcohol in her system, or the way she spoke?<span style="color: sienna">“Well, have fun.  I’ll be here drinking.  Don’t come back without being sweat covered.”</span>She said and waved Taseer off.<br/><br/>Though even with her alcohol clouded mind, she couldn’t miss that suggestive look from Taseer.  What she couldn’t do was actually understand what the gesture meant beyond the basic that it was suggestive.  The alcohol haze in her mind seemed to translate it as an invitation to join her.  But she had enough of a clear mind to actually second guess that idea.  So she would wait until this drink was done.  If no one interesting enough came to get her attention.  If no one did, she could go see if it was an invitation.  If it turned out not to be and that was a solo party, she would probably go get herself off in the shower then pass out in bed.  Strangely she could actually make plans while drunk.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>