<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/V1xeaDa.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Ashton “Ash” Chase (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.new#new)<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>Second in Command, Security<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">Date:</span></strong>20th December, 2174 CE | Evening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Shown<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Luus’ quarters<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>After work drinks.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Luus | CLOSED<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>There wasn’t much to look at in his room, it was practically a mirror image of the one she had claimed as her own, with the exception of his personal touches. She didn’t have a gaming system, for instance. A console didn’t come standard with Citadel missions, even when you ranked up as high in security as she now saw herself. But that did make her wonder what sort of perks V ended up with as a spectre… she’ll have to drill the asari on that, later.<br/><br/>“Tequila? I didn’t know turians could drink this stuff.” With those words, Ashton plopped herself down in the chair beside Luus, tossing one leg over the armrest, as lopsided as her grin. “Are you doing body shots? Turian’s don’t have belly buttons but I can get creative.”<br/><br/>Then she picked up her cigar, puffed on it as it was lit, and only after the first stream of smoke escaped her lips did she finally sigh and begin to slouch. As unprofessional as she might have appeared, part of it was a well-orchestrated act that she had fine-tuned over the years. Everyone underestimated the ‘slacker’ of the mix.<br/><br/>Ashton took another deep puff, this time exhaling the smoke into rings -mostly to see if she could still do it. “If anyone bangs on the door to complain, I’ll tell them to fuck off. There are two people who outrank me on this ship; one is unconscious. The other is probably sitting in her room on the computer watching the interrogation tapes.” The human shrugged her shoulders, then swiveled her head to smile wide at Luus, reaching over with her free hand to pour them each a drink. “Besides… that’s what hydroponics is for. But if you’re that worried about lung health, we can get some cardio in to make sure everything is up to parr.”