<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Imira_Loni.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Lieutenant Imira Loni (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/Imira_Loni)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The bar.<br/><br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erica Calhoun, Angelica, Kianna Vox, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Angelica was still talking to her in Spanish, and Imira was trying hard not to giggle at the gibberish being spouted by her own U.T. She switched back to standard as Erica arrived. "Thank you Chicita. So do you..." She giggled at the nonsensical thing she'd just said and took a long swig of the klah. Stink-ale, some humans called it. It had to be made fresh and drunk quickly. Refreshing. Loni wiggled a bit and Imira shifted in her seat.<em>Be quiet, you. You'll get us both into trouble!</em>"It's good to see you again." She blushed at the memory, and took a forkful of the beans, shoveling them into her mouth without thinking. "UGH! Oh god, how on earth did Hafrin eat this stuff? I know he loved it, I can feel the pleasure he took eating it. Tanik only ate it occasionally, but... Hafrin... and the cheese on top? All the damn time."<br/><br/>She tried again, tried to make the memory of how good the beans tasted to Hafrin match up with how they tasted to her. "They taste the same, back through all my memories, but I just don't like them." She laughed and shook her head, then, slipping an arm around Erica, turned to Kianna Vox.<br/><br/>"Hi, Kianna, I'm Imira Loni.... Uh, We have met a long time ago, just the once. I think Ulam Loni was field docent to your first joining? I'm afraid Ulam passed on shortly afterwards and I never bothered to keep track of those Ulam had passed for joining."<br/><br/>She smiled at the other occupants, in particular the Bajoran. Anything to keep her mind of how Anjelica's soft mouth had felt around her... around Hafrin's hard maleness. "Oh come on, pack it in with the memories, will you, Loni? I didn't think symbionts were supposed to feel that sort of attachment..." She didn't realise she'd spoken aloud until she looked up and saw the odd looks she was getting.<br/><br/>"Ah, ha ha! Sorry. I talk to him - it - in my head sometimes" Imira blushed and pointed at her midriff, where the pouch opening was all but concealed by her bellybutton. "That sort of slipped out". She gave herself a firm poke the tummy. "Now see what you've done". She looked up, giggling.