<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a1/2b39afc8bb6705d211c24b2d08f36c9d.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>20th, December 2174 CE | Late Evening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>White top & pants (https://64.media.tumblr.com/a74cdf4a2c6f7a862b9699e0a76ae391/tumblr_mqeknwNWDR1qcah0do1_r1_1280.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>Late-Night Drink<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Drack<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>She jumped a tiny bit at his reaction, staring up at him with wide eyes before she offered a wan, sheepish smile.  "Sorry...I didn't mean t' startle you."  She chose her words carefully, knowing that she hadn't scared the big guy, and wondering idly what he'd have done if she<em>had</em>wanted to fight him.  The temptation to ask what he could do with that gloopy whisk died swiftly with the realization that he might<em>tell</em>her, and while she normally would hang on every gory word...tonight she wasn't in the right mood for it.<br/><br/>Her eyes followed him as he moved about the kitchen, following after him when he described what he was making, her brow furrowing at the name.  His inspection made her drop her gaze, arms tightening around the bottle held to her chest, as if afraid he might take it away from her, but when he told her to stick around, she gave a little nod.  Moving over, she hopped up to sit on the counter beside the griddle, far enough away not to get scorched, and folded her legs up to nestle the alcohol in the crook of them with a heavy sigh.  "I don't wanna talk about it, Drack.  You'll just think I'm being a big baby..."<br/><br/>That didn't stop her from watching him make his crepes, a little impressed by his domestic skills, before finally registering what he's said.  "Wait...you have a daughter!?  Wow!  That's...so responsible.  Awww...you make food like this for her?  Such a good dad."  She managed a more heartfelt smile as she watched him arrange the items in the crepe and hand it over to her, stomach giving a soft growl at the smell rising from the food.  She hadn't thought she'd ever be hungry again following the horrors of the day, but the custard and blueberries proved her wrong, and she lifted the pocket of delicious to her mouth to take a bite.<br/><br/>A moan of joy rose in her throat and her eyes fluttered shut as she chewed, licking a little bit of custard from the corner of her mouth.  "Mmmmm...holy crap, that's good!"