<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong><acronym title="Loose">Luus</acronym>Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726956#msg15726956)<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>Merc/Demolitionist Vanguard<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;"><strong>DATE:</strong></span>20th, December 2174 CE - Evening<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>As Shown<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Luus' quarters<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Morale Boost<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Ashton | Closed<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>With a sly wink, he reached down and lifted up a different bottle full of similarly liquid. This one was labeled in his own language, however. "This one's mine. That one's yours. Have to keep them separate somehow," he said with a light, flanging chuckle. Taloned fingers gripped the shot glass she'd offered him and slid it toward his side, but clearly he had no intention of downing it. "Tell you what, this one you use to get creative. And this," he lifted his bottle, uncapping and tilting just so and letting his long, slithering tongue slip inside to gather some of its liquid on its own. Then he tipped the bottle a little more, took a swig, and gulped down the dextro-amino based fluid before fixing her with a teasing look. "I'll lick off of every pretty inch of supple skin this tongue can reach."<br/><br/>As she relaxed in her chair, so did he, leaning against the table with an elbow propping him up and laughing delightedly as her soft lips formed an 'o' and guided the exhaled smoke to do the same. He was impressed, and showed as much with a bow of his head and a cock of his left mandible.<br/><br/>"Ha, good to know, 'cause it's gonna get loud in here," he responded when she mentioned how easily she could make sure they weren't bothered. "You know, I love a woman with power; authority; toughness," his eyes narrowed into a smolder of glinting blue, "especially when I get to see how it meshes with my own. Or struggles and either falters or wins out. Either way, it's all good fun." He lifted his bottle to clink to whatever she chose to drink out of, then took a couple more swigs for good measure. "Cardio, hm? Why don't you start by showing me how creative you can get with that tequila? It's gettin' stuffy in these clothes anyway."