<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cqu31aC.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Ashton “Ash” Chase<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>Brig<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Prat-fall<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Luus | Ipako | CLOSED<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Her immediate response was to mirror the lifting edge of the turian’s mandibles with the softer curve of her own lips. But then Ashton wasn’t able to resist stretching the slight smile into an inviting grin as she crossed her arms at her chest and cocked her hip out to one side.<em>And just like that… the invitation was sent.</em>She was no xenobiologist, but there was an intergalactic constant that she discovered in her time exploring space. One that sounded quite appetizing now that it was presented before her.<br/><br/>“Well. We certainly could use a bit of a moral boost, couldn’t we?” As if on cue, there was another message delivered straight to her omni-tool. This time Ashton scowled down at her wrist before even pulling the message up, and typed out a quick reply with hurried fingers. Then she grabbed Ipako by the shoulder and prepared to hoist him back up and over her shoulders.<br/><br/>“Tell you what… I’ll take care of this guy, and you get those celebratory drinks and complimentary cigars ready. I have a little more work to do and an awkward conversation that needs to happen.” Bending at the knees, she slid Ipako back into place with a soft grunt. Her knee popped -an old injury that liked to protest on occasion- but she made the whole thing look effortless and fluid despite the grumbling. The woman then wrapped one arm around the batarian’s thigh to keep him balanced, but his limp head only lulled to the side, still hovering in that fine line of ‘unconscious’ and ‘not’.<br/><br/>She shuffled a little, taking a single step back toward the way they came; pointed now to the lift, rather than the rubbish disposal area. “I might recommend seeing the nurse for a minute or at least applying some medi-gel on those injuries, Luus. Alcohol makes me horny.”<br/><br/>And with a cheeky grin and a wink, Ashton made her way to the medical ward in order to ditch the Batarian, have that awkward conversation… and see where the rest of the night would lead.