<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fc/d5/b0/fcd5b04e2458fff93763a1fb265e7967.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Malcolm Thomas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779733#msg15779733)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Human<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Engineering Gimp<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 20th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Black tank top & loose black pants w/ boots.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Kalanhai Upper Deck | Engineering<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Huh...What?<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Flo<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Malcolm was accustomed to people who knew how eager he was to help others, and how little he gave a shit about dick-measuring or protecting his ego, assuming he was a push-over or a coward.  He'd heard plenty of insults and comments, both behind his back and to his face, and his dismissive reaction to them tended to earn him a reputation with those around him, especially certain 'types', who seemed to think that masculinity was measured in machismo.  But, when Flo stood up and that faint biotic glow formed around her, he didn't step back or even back down from his demand, nor did his gaze avert from the narrowed slits she pointed at him.<br/><br/>Angry turian chicks were fucking hot, man.<br/><br/>The thought went screaming through his head as she slipped her hand into his, the warm, soft, comparatively-fragile human flesh closing firmly around hers as he kept his word and immediately handed over the cold bottle.  A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he released her, knowing better than to reveal how the whole game had affected him.  The rush of adrenaline that had shot through him when she'd stood up and gotten so close, imposing herself on his space and silently threatening with the display of biotic power, and the flood of excitement when she had offered her hand...along with the smug satisfaction that came from getting his way.  All of it would likely get him in deep shit, and so far he'd managed to avoid that...but he didn't plan to stop pushing the limits to see how far she'd let him go.<br/><br/>Pushing off the table, he moved to join her when she asked if he was coming, a broad smile stretching across his lips at the response that popped into his head, but which he purposefully held back.  "So...where are we off to first and what outrageous thing are they asking for?  Bouncy castle?  Karaoke machine?"