<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/Ee4412809723968bce30ab79065e28e7.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Jay V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Asari<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Pilot<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>19th, December 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Cute Unicorn Onesie (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b4/35/b4/b435b45588a624a9c7edfac051a646f5.jpg)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Mess Hall<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Girl's Night!<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Rue; Mary-Ann; Sam<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Jay watched with a little grin as Rue one-upped her with the set-up of her shot and giggled as she glanced at Mary-Ann with a nod.  "Who knew the quarian would be the wickedest one of the bunch."  Hopping up to perch on the edge of the bar, she let her feet dangle as she watched the torch pass to Mary-Ann to set-up Rue's shot, another bubble of laughter rising at the human's lime wedge moustache and the shudder that went through the quarian at the taste of the turian spirits.  Her eyes wandered back to Sam as the doctor spoke of the citrus, head tilting and her hands resting on the bar top as her feet kicked slightly.<br/><br/>"Yeah, the pantry is crazy well-stocked.  I can't remember the last ship I was on that had cheesy doodles, but there's plenty on board.  Guess it makes sense, though.  If we can't figure out what's going on and find a way to stop it, then shit's gonna get<em>real</em>bad.  And not just for the humans.  Like, if the batarians are behind it, then what's to stop them from figuring out how to do it to the rest of us?  You guys might have just been their first priority, but it's not like they don't hate<em>every</em>one of us for one reason or another...real or imagined."  She paused, realizing she was killing the happy mood and reached for the vodka and the final shot glass, holding them out to the doctor.<br/><br/>"Set me up, Doc.  I need alcohol in my system, stat."  Her kaleidoscope eyes glimmered as she leaned forward a little, the expression on her face daring Sam to try and make her blush with her arrangement of the shot.  Lips parted and her tongue ran teasingly over her lower lip, waiting patiently to see how Sam chose to swing the mood.