<div class="floatleft">(https://farm5.staticflickr.com/4645/25270097928_f0cb237019_o.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Galilea #888 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281112.msg13823986#msg13823986)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Pothos, behind the bar<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Victor, Open<br/><hr/>Having a body made of over 75% synthetic materials, gave someone like Galilea #888 some advantages in a bartender's world. She'd been one of the first to board Aphrodite, solely to get her accustomed to the Pothos' vast collection of beers, spirits and virgin beverages, including some that only some races chose. Vanessa thought it be good for Galilea to familiarize herself with the whole bar so that anyone looking for a drink could do so without any hassle from a newbie. This meant getting free shots of everything that was in stock. As a cyborg, she could literally drink anything and not gag or have a sour expression when tasting it. For herself, there was only a small threshold of tastes that she favored that could garner her with a favorable expression, a man's ejection of semen being one of them. Her body also came with an strong filtering liver, meaning most the alcohol passed through her body without being absorbed. One reason why she is not allowed to do drinking games.<br/><br/>Another feature for her was her connection to the ship, specifically with the collection of beverages the Heart had to offer. This is why she was drinking shots of every bottle, every tap, every can and every pouch, for her tongue didn't only have the ability or inability to taste, but she could get live proportions of the ingredients in each drink. This could mean she had very little trouble giving a guest the wrong liquid or mix.<br/><br/>She wore her usual get-up, a brown knit halter top that exposed much of her midriff and simply a black lace thong to radiate the heat after working 12 hours straight. There was a variety of guests finally coming aboard, but none really tickled her fancy. She didn't have the desire to be with someone that could get her rich nor did she want to become exclusive to any one guest. Her basis for being on the Aphrodite for so many years was to fulfill her life goal and that was to humbly serve any who seeks service from her.<br/><br/>One man wanted something special from the bar. It was good that she had also had a taste of this particular one before he came in.<strong>"Right away, Sir,"</strong>she said, though didn't turn to face him just yet. Blood wine was refrigerated at an exact temperature to preserve the liquid inside. She didn't know where it came from or where it was bottled, but less questions about it kept her from being judgmental. Plus the seemingly unmarked bottled had to be shipped from the storage compartment of the Aphrodite, all the way to the bar here in Pothos. The bottle arrived in seconds and with a glass in hand, she brought the bottle of blood wine on the counter, in front of the customer, a pale man with a large amount of leather adorning him.<strong>"Blood wine, virgin stock, for you, Sir."</strong>Without blinking, she scanned the card of credit that the man put down and said,<strong>"Thank you, Sir."</strong>