<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/>Rue was, quite honestly, just too precious a being for this sort of space. She knew that the Kalanhai was an unusual posting, but it was still a military ship. The Quarian was supposedly wishing sickness and discomfort on herself to try and desperately grab a hold of some sort of friendship, or companionship. It would be almost sickeningly adorable if it didn't strike just a little close to home. Wouldn't it be just the most hypocritical thing in the world if she didn't acknowledge that her Email had been equally desperate a grab at something normal. “<strong>There's loads of comfy articles of clothing that I guess Quarians don't get to explore, huh? Pyjamas, Onesies, hoodies, Oversized shirts...</strong>” She smiled, too, as Sam took the lead in looking after the Quarian; offering her the best choice of healthy alcohol as well as a chance to join a raid on the pantry.<br/><br/>That just left Jay. Mary-Ann wasn't dense enough to not pick up the Asari's obvious vibes, but she wasn't exactly<em>against</em>it, either. Asari were basically hot as a racial standard, and Jay was made even more hot by her free-spirited nature. She was a great blue Ocean of a person to get lost in. “<strong>I think maybe you and everyone else have different ideas about what the 'Main-Event' is going to be. At least buy me dinner first.</strong>” She smirked, winking back in a slightly more confident display than she'd shown earlier.<br/><br/>...Which almost immediately faded as the Asari's tongue slid across her wrist. A soft murmer slipped from the Hacker's lips, a sort of approving-but-surprised mumble that had the woman squeezing her legs together to try and curtail any shakes before they started. She felt the pour of the salt, and saw Jay bite on the Lime-rind, and suddenly the grinning Asari was fully presenting herself, patiently challenging the woman with the confidence of someone who was winning no matter how this went down.<br/><br/>Mary-Ann took a moment, looking between Jay, then Sam and Rue, then back at Jay. She licked her lips for a moment, shaking her head before she pulled up onto a stool in front of Jay and wrapped her fingers around the shot glass. “<strong>Show off.</strong>” Was all she said, before she brought her wrist up to her face and let her tongue slip out and stroke a traced line along the salt that had stuck to her flesh from the brief trail of saliva that the Asari had left behind. Mary-Ann instantly squinted at the rush of salt, and suddenly pulled her head back as she downed the tequila shot; slamming it and feeling the burn. The last part was where the challenge was. Jay had made it impossible not to get her win, so Mary-Ann was going to play a little hard-to-get. She pounded the table with her first a couple of times, her eyes starting to water before she leaned into Jay's personal space. Her lips touched the lime first, and slid up it. They parted around the wedge, brushing against Jay's for...maybe a second? Then her teeth bit the tip of the exposed flesh and pulp, and she suckled on it desperate for the sour relief. All the while Mary-Ann's eyes, squinting slightly from the eye-watering taste of salt and tequila, stared into Jay's own; the Human's dull blues locking with the Asari's violet and sapphire kaleidoscopes...<br/><br/>...Before Mary-Ann pulled back, winching and whooping at the completed shot.<br/><br/>“<strong>Whooo~ I've not done that in yeeeeeears...</strong>” She said, looking at Sam and Rue with a sort of victorious swagger. All while her pinkie brushed against Jay's for a moment, letting the sparks dance between them - or at least the ones Jay gave off that were dancing all along her skin - while the Hostess played at her role. “<strong>Who's next? Who's next? I'm not the only one getting drunk.</strong>”