<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/99/c5/8d/99c58d6d22f1fc3a74d4249388a04192.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Mary-Ann Herder<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>Hacker and Anti-Espionage Free Agent<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>This Jacket (https://i.imgur.com/1duhr8h.jpeg) and plain black leggings.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Food Hall, sometime before the Reetix mission.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 19th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Ladies Night.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Rue, Jay, Sam<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/><br/>Mary-Ann felt a certain sense of triumph at having conquered Jay's more salacious challenge. It would have been easy to balk, or run away, but the ritual reminded her of her time in College, and it also felt like a personal challenge to overcome. She'd missed the Asari's pass at her, but had whooped at the compliment, Tequila making her head briefly swim with the rush of it all.<br/><br/>But then, she glanced over at the Quarian and the Doctor, and suddenly she felt less like the conqueror of the salacious Asari, and more like a rank amateur. Seemingly-Shy-and-Bashful Rue had suddenly taken a more daring approach than the Blonde could have expected. Her shot was a little fuller, her application of spittle to the Doctor's finger and thumb downright sultry, and the place she'd put the shot downright scandalous! Mary-Ann's elbow nudged against the Asari next to her, a sort of 'Can-you-believe-this?' expression on her face as she waited for the shot...<br/><br/>...and when it came, of course Mary-Ann was cheering. Whooping supportively for the show, even if that meant it was suddenly her turn to play the set-up for Rue's shot. “<strong>Whoo~ I feel outdone! I don't think I'll be able to top that.</strong>” and in truth, she didn't think she could. For one, she was still opposite a Quarian. No matter how you looked at it, Rue was always at risk of infection; of sickness. She might be drugged up to the gills – Which raised its own problems, considering the liberal alcoholism they were partaking in – but it also meant that she couldn't really go around trying to play Kissing games and trading spit as easily.<br/><br/>So instead, maybe it was time to tone it down<em>just</em>a little.<br/><br/>She reached over and grabbed Rue's wrist, pulling it closer before pouring two shots of the Dextro-Amino Alcohol. One she set aside for the Quarian to slam in a bit, but the other she dipped her own fingers into, dragging them in a trail along the back of the lavender skinned woman's wrists. Alcohol was at least less likely to carry infection than a Human's mouth. With her slightly-stained fingers, Mary-Ann brought them to her own lips, kissing them before tapping them on Rue's wrist. A sign of affection, even if it wasn't as radical or raunchy as the last two. Finally, dabbing salt on the patch of alcohol, she brought the lemon wedge to her own lips and, pursing them as if to make an exaggerated kiss, Mary-Ann let the slice settle on her face like a comic, exaggerated moustache, caught between her pink petal-lips, and her button nose. She tried to mumble out a '<em>Ready-when-you-are</em>' but because she couldn't actually<em>open</em>her lips, it sort of came out as a jumble of sounds.<br/><br/>...A thumbs-up was universal, right? That would probably be Rue's sign to go.