<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cc/d3/eb/ccd3eb851ec1e8945ab9e1e139a25276.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Florinthia 'Flo' Legiticus (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779216#msg15779216)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Turian<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Biotic Weapon and Requisition Officer<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 21st, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING: </span></strong>Basic Military Uniform, Hood Down.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Middle Deck | Galley<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Chatting<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/>Flo snorted at the Krogan as he offered his philosophy on Alcohol. It might have even been a laugh if she didn't cut it off almost instantly. “<strong>Don't put your ideas on me. This stuff tastes like Sandpaper, and is about as fast for get me drunk as a bucket of water.</strong>” She saw the Bartender sliding her another small glass of the Turian alcohol, all while Florinthia slid her back the empty glass. With a nod, she pointed out the drink she picked for the Krogan, a stiff vodka which was normally used for mixers. It'd shut him up for a bit, maybe.<br/><br/>The Krogan didn't give up on his still idea though, trying to both bribe her with a supply of alcohol she might be able to drink, and speak to her sense of alcoholic decency. “<strong>As I said, can't give everyone there pick of hobby kits because they're bored after a few days travel. You can buy your own stock when we land next, if the drinks aren't to your liking. If you can convince like, four other people to send me Req forms for this Still, maybe I'll consider it again.</strong>” She was seemingly unflinching in her decision not to give into the Krogan because he asked once.<br/><br/>He asked her what she did for fun, and she shrugged. “<strong>Fun? I have hobbies, but this isn't a drink for fun. I should have been on Reetix. I got sick on a Civi ship before the posting, and because of that I didn't have boots on the ground. Me? I Could have made a difference. Might have spared the Doc being there, might have protected the Spectre, might have saved the Quarian.</strong>” She snorted in frustration, her frills standing briefly off of their curve by just a fraction of a centimetre, bristling like the heckles of a cat. She was furious at her own weakness, and in a moment of self-flagellation she downed another mouthful of the drink. “<strong>So here I am, drinking this Dextro-Amino Piss-whiskey, and talking to you. Gotta have A drink for the man who can't.</strong>”<br/><br/>She shook her head again, her finger tapping on the side of the glass in frustration. She was disgruntled, and suddenly eager to find a way to distract her hands. “<strong>Sometimes I draw... Charcoal mostly, but I dabble in paints too. I know it pissed off my Pops when I 'wasted my time' on it, so I eventually made a habit out of it. You do something for long enough, it becomes a ritual. I fight too, when I'm with my team. Kickboxing, mostly. Biotic practice keeps me focused, shore-leave I take some layers off...go dancing...</strong>” She breathed in, holding the inhalation as she silenced herself. It was easy talking when you were looking for literally anything else to do but dwell. A deep exhale, then she spoke up again. “<strong>What about you? Gotta pick up a hobby or two when you're a few centuries old. I've seen my share of Krogan, you're not some Baby-boy.</strong>”