<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/89/0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png/507px-0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png)</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;">WEARING:</span></strong>Black & gray suit (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/7a/JayOutfit1.jpg/250px-JayOutfit1.jpg) w/ short grey jacket (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1f/82/cf/1f82cf7d807e0a3568ffbe69f4ef5aed.jpg).<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Galley<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Oooo...Snacks!<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Open<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>Jay reveled in the thrilling escape from the Citadel, that exhilaratingly free feeling of leaving behind civilization for the vastness of space.  Every time she got the chance to pilot a ship away from the center of Citadel space, she felt as if she were shaking free some invisible, but crushing, weight.  Out among the stars, she was just Jay the pilot, expected to perform her duties and nothing more.  You didn't have to be a genius to figure out why she preferred it on a ship to being back at the Citadel, but more than that space just offered so many chances for new sights and new experiences.<br/><br/>Once they were well on their way and she felt good leaving the ship in the hands of her co-pilot, she climbed out of the cockpit and set off about the business of getting intimately familiar with her new flying partner.  Roaming the ship, she largely ignored the other living beings working aboard her, more interested in all her intricacies and quirks of design.  Here and there she paused to caress a particularly intriguing curve or angle, fingers tracing the cool metal or textured polymer familiarly.  She found herself falling more and more in love with the big beauty, and when she finally found her way into the galley, she was flushed and grinning with a special shine in her eyes.<br/><br/>Her stomach gave a soft rumble as she spied the tables and the array of liquors displayed behind the bar.  "Ooooh, noms!  Wonder what's on the menu..."  She passed the bar for the moment to poke her head into the stores and peered around, jumping back at the growl from the male drell (https://pm1.narvii.com/6343/f244cd83d2ec3476ccb1bc98455dbe7fe87a9adc_hq.jpg) within.  "Sorry, I was looking for snacks!"  Upon poking her head back in, she found herself having to deftly catch several bags of crunchy, salty, and sweet treats of both human and non-human variety.  The chef, or so she assumed, went back to work as she called her gratitude and swiveled to carry her armload toward the bar.<br/><br/>Setting them atop, she plucked a bag of cheesy puffs from among the mix and perched on the nearest perchable thing, stool or bar or table, whatever was handy.  Her eyes roamed the shining, alluring bottles of liquor as she munched down on her first bright orange curl, thoughtfully trying to decide what paired best with cheesy snacks.