<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a1/2b39afc8bb6705d211c24b2d08f36c9d.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Asari<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Pilot<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>20th, December 2174 CE | Late Evening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>White top & pants (https://64.media.tumblr.com/a74cdf4a2c6f7a862b9699e0a76ae391/tumblr_mqeknwNWDR1qcah0do1_r1_1280.jpg).<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Mess Hall<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Late-Night Drink<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Drack<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Jay hadn't been able to sleep, hadn't even really tried so far, choosing to instead obsessively comb through the flight patterns she'd downloaded from the Batarian shuttle as if something she'd missed the first twelve hundred times she'd gone through them might suddenly pop out at her.  Something that could magically make it feel like Coaf's death and all their other sacrifices had been worth something.  But, there was nothing there that they hadn't already found, and even if there had been, she had no idea what could possibly make anything that had gone down planetside feel less awful.<br/><br/>Well, actually, she had an idea of<em>one</em>thing that might turn the trick, or at least allow her to shut her eyes without seeing the Quarian being decimated by the explosions from the hideous alien bugs.  Alcohol.  Vast, numbing quantities of it.  Enough to knock her out and let her get a little sleep before she had to navigate the ship into Omega's docking port.  So, she had finally crept from her bunk and padded barefoot through the quiet ship, avoiding any sections where the second shift was up and working, so she wouldn't risk being drawn into a conversation.  She just didn't have it in her to pretend she wasn't thoroughly wiped by what she'd gone through earlier that day.<br/><br/>She was so focused on her own misery, that at first, she didn't notice the light and sound spilling from the kitchen, making a beeline for the bar and the bottle of Krogan-approved Everclear that stood on the shelves behind it.  Surely if the Krogan deemed it potent enough, then it wouldn't take much to knock<em>her</em>on her ass.  Her fingers had just closed around the neck of the bottle when she finally noticed the sounds and her brow furrowed, arms clutching the liquor to her chest protectively as she debated just sneaking back out and drinking alone in her room.  Inevitably, though, her curiosity got the better of her and she padded around the bar to approach the door to the kitchen so she could peek inside.<br/><br/>If anyone had asked her, prior to her looking, who she least expected to see and what she least expected to see them doing, she might very well have described the strangely cozy domestic scene she found.  Blinking, she sidled further into the room, skirting around the large krogan to try and get a better look at what it was he was doing.  "Drack...what the hell?"