<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Imira_Loni.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Lieutenant Imira Loni (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/Imira_Loni)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The bar.<br/><br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erica Calhoun, Angelica, Kianna Vox, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Imira settled her still rather sore backside gingerly onto one of the bar stools and smiled warmly at her old lover.<em>Loni, you old dog, she's gorgeous!</em>She told the worm.<em>But... reassociation? Not allowed! Wait, okay, so I wasn't married to her and she's not a Trill, and... And who'd going to know?</em>She inwardly shrugged and then glanced over at the newly promoted security chief. What were the chances of that? Two joined Trills on the same ship? Practically zero, and yet stranger, less likely things had happened, like, for example, the Romulans becoming allies of the Federation.<br/><br/>She<em>hated</em>boiled Syto beans. But Hafrin Loni had loved them, especially with a slice of emmental cheese on. She remembered exactly how it tasted, remembered really enjoying the taste, remembered the first time<em>she</em>had tried them and loathed the taste and the texture. But that was before.<br/><br/>And then Angelica asked her question. Loni grinned broadly as the memory of swimming naked in the sea from a beach on Trinium IV slid unhelpfully into her head, making her instantly horny. She remembered the warm soft body of the woman beneath her on a blanket on the sand, remembered her powerful member penetrating the hot, wet inner core of the El-Aurian, as they lay there in the soft light of the two moons. She remembered how they had lain together afterwards and watched the sun rise...<br/><br/><acronym title="You know me, my sweet. Remember the rising sun and two moons setting?">"Tú me conoces, mi dulce. Recuerde el sol naciente y dos lunas ajuste?"</acronym><br/><br/>It was a fun game, she decided, and totally lost on anyone not as long-lived as a Trill Symbiont or an El-Aurian. Hafrin had been Loni's host before Tanik. He had died at a considerable age, peacefully in his bed. The love affair between them must have been almost two hundred years ago. Reassociation be damned. But how the hell was she going to explain it to Erica?