<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2e/95208584feab2d7b0cc22ff369f514a4.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Odrinne Keas<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Drell<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Adept Freelancer<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>19th, December 2174 CE - Afternoon-ish<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Pictured<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Cargo Hold<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Training<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Luus<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>A smirk formed on her lips at his choice of wording and she twitched one brow ridge higher, her eyes dropping to roll over him before returning to his face.  "Really?  Must just be me, then, 'cause I've heard plenty of stories about all the women you've been more than happy to let top you."  Her nictating eyelids flicked closed in a gesture that seemed uniquely insolent and her smirk widened into a broad grin.  Damn the man, he at least made missions more entertaining, and it gave her something to do other than wait around and throw boxes on her own.<br/><br/>His dismissal of the juicy rumor was...not entirely unexpected.  Shit like that got around all the time, and 99% of the time it was total bullshit.  Hell, she was half convinced that the broker floated a good deal of the rumors themself as a means of further muddying the waters and obscuring their true actions.  Still, if it<em>was</em>true, it meant something big, and if she could slap a mission like this on her resume, she could potentially end up in line for the sweetheart deal.  No more bullshit jobs for bullshit pay doing crap that left you wondering what side of the line you fell on.  If there even<em>was</em>a line.<br/><br/>Her own thoughts were cut short by the way he'd said the word thrill, less out of interest than instant suspicion.  And, sure enough, she noticed the glint of blue from below her eyeliner and instinctively flattened against the floor as the crate flew overhead.  It wouldn't have hit her, there wouldn't be any fun in knocking her out immediately with a crate to the back of the head, but she still felt her neck frills flaring slightly in annoyance.  She'd dropped into a semi-crouched position with one long leg extended out to the side and the other bent with her foot positioned beneath her pelvis.  Her belly very nearly touched the floor due to her unique drell flexibility, which meant her ass was arched up slightly into the air.<br/><br/>She glowered up at him and tried her best to flow back up into a standing position with the air of one who totally meant to do that.  Casually flipping the middle finger, especially robust on her species, she refocused her attention on another crate and sent it tumbling through the air to thump down beside his.  "Don't lay chits if your ass ain't got the credits, Lucy."  She<em>hated</em>being called Drinny and he knew it, but that was fine, she sauntered over and flipped up onto the first crate she'd dropped, only to grunt softly and make a second jump off the first crate onto a second one just as it floated in, landing on it as it settled and grinning down at him.