<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/>It was easy to let Drack's family and the way he spoke of them distract her from the misery she carried from the experiences on Reetix, the pictures bringing a genuine smile to her face and brightening her multi-colored eyes.  A little warm spot bloomed in her chest at Drack's obvious pride and adoration for his children, and a blush matched it for heat when he noted that she would get along with them.  It was flattering for a man who so clearly admired his children to assume that they would, in turn, admire<em>her</em>enough to want to befriend her.  And, if she was honest with herself, there weren't many parents back at the Citadel who were thrilled by their children's association with Ambassador V'doris's wild offspring, so to feel that Drack would approve of such a friendship nearly prompted the tears that had been threatening previously.<br/><br/>Looking down, she stuffed her mouth with more of the delicious crepe in order to stave off tears, holding it between her lips and teeth as she used her hands to finally unscrew the cap on the bottle of alcohol.  "Mur foffuhn aw-"  She cut herself off, realizing she was utterly unintelligible with the crepe in her mouth, and waited until the bottle was open to remove it and lick custard from the corner of her mouth before trying again.  "Your daughters, and granddaughter, are awesome, Drack.  I hope I get to meet them sometime."  That said, she hefted the bottle with one hand and tipped it to pour a mouthful of the strong liquor past her lips, eyes almost immediately widening and a shudder running through her as if she were struck by lightning.<br/><br/>"BLA-UGH!"  She managed to swallow before popping her mouth open with a sound of revulsion and surprise pulled from the very depths of her soul, cramming the last of her crepe into her mouth to try and kill the taste and burn of paint stripper.  The tears finally welled and rolled, two perfect fat drops, down over her cheeks, prompted not by emotion, but the involuntary response to having gulped a mouthful of turpentine.  Setting the bottle aside, though not out of reach, she chewed her food vigorously and squinted as if she could will the crepe to counter-act the liquor and murder the poison she had swallowed before it murdered<em>her</em>.<br/><br/>Even once she'd swallowed, the color was still bright in her cheeks and she looked betrayed by life, but she couldn't resist pulling a half-grimaced smile from the stores of her humor banks and murmuring with a faint rasp to her voice.  "S-smoooooth..."  A giggle bubbled up briefly afterwards, but then she fell silent again, watching him cook and absently dragging the clear bottle of spirits back into her lap to hold comfortingly.  The scent rising from the open mouth made her nose crinkle, so she offered the bottle out to him with both hands heaving a soft sigh.<br/><br/>"Coaf blew up, Drack.  And like, half of my new friends are all hurt...and more of us totally coulda died.  I was so fuckin' scared...Coaf...man, he's still down on the planet 'cause there wasn't big enough pieces left to bring<em>back</em>.  I-"  Her lower lip and chin quivered and she hitched a couple of breaths before hiccuping and reaching up to grind one fist against her eyes with a soft, angry grunt at her own stupid emotionality.  "-I don't want no one to think I'm just some...some baby who can't handle going on missions and shit, you know?"