<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/>"Any woman willing to bed you would<em>need</em>flexibility, Lucy.  It takes a lot of stretch to get your standards that low."  She grinned over at him, arms folding beneath her small breasts and her body arching up onto nimble toes.  The black, fitted shoes were designed to allow her feet to flex and curl at full range, the thin, durable material perfect for moving around a spaceship without losing the agility her feet provided.<br/><br/>It was the saving grace that kept her from tipping off the crates and landing, she had no doubt, into the arms of a<em>very</em>cocky turian.  As it was, she teetered and had to throw out her arms, pinwheeling to keep from losing her balance.  It was a moment of uncommon gracelessness from one of her race and she shot a glare at him with bottomless black eyes that glimmered with blue-white light.  "Back it up?  You still owe me ten credits from that job in the Kepler Verge!"  Her wounded pride made her twist, rolling to the side of the crate she was on and pulling at the air to send the stack of boxes he'd slammed into her, ramming into his crate with a clatter.<br/><br/>A hint of a smile reappeared and she rose back to her feet, leaning a bit to stick out her own tongue and waggle at him.  "That the best you got?  I think you might be losing your edge in your old age, Lucy."