<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pVc4R4s.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Unito Roen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15837473#msg15837473)<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>Freelance<del>Thief</del>Treasure Hunter<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 22nd, 2174 CE – Evening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Casual Wear (https://i.imgur.com/pKsrHkP.png)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION &amp; DISTRICT:</span></strong>Omega, Afterlife<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Social hour!?<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Jarv<br/><br/><div align="center">  ___________________________________________________________ </div><div align="center">  ___________________________________________________________ </div><br/>Unito offered a little shrug as Jarv declined the option to pay for all her drinks, “Well it was worth a try…” she added with a little smirk. She followed to the bar just the same, which she had been sitting at not too long ago herself.<br/><br/>“Me?” she asked with a feigned tone of innocence, as if he were accusing her of something. “Well, I guess you could say I specialize in the nonstandard acquisition of restricted trade goods,” she explains in her round-about way of talking.<br/><br/>“Kindle Tea, please,” she spoke to the bartender when he eventually arrived. It was her drink of choice, nonalcoholic but it had certain narcotic qualities, like a very mild amphetamine—or extremely strong caffeine. It came from an aquatic herb on the Hanar homeworld, which is how it got its name of course. The bartender looked suspiciously from Unito to Jarv and back again before she waved a hand dismissively, “Business partner,” she explained briefly to the bartender who still gruffly made a recommendation that Jarv “watch his creds”.<br/><br/>“ANYway…” she says, apparently ignoring the bartender’s comment, “what brings a nice Batarian like you to a place like this?”