<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/Rudy_reyes.jpeg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Santiago,</span><em>First Mate and "Public Relations"</em><br/>One month ago<br/><em>Mariner's Gate</em>space station<br/>Tagging - Thalia Linnea<br/>Location - Outside<em>Silverlight</em>nightclub, in the entertainment level<br/><hr/><br/><em>"Are you alright?</em><br/><br/>Maybe it was the adrenaline rush.  It seemed to kick in when there was trouble.  I felt more alert, more aware of my surroundings.  Also, everything was moving in slow motion.  Felt stronger, faster, and pain didn't bother me none.<br/><br/>The dulled sensation was why I didn't notice the new cut in my suit jacket and the slash on my skin at first.  But then I noticed as soon as Thalia asked her question and I gave my self a once over.<br/><br/>"Just got this suit, too.  For this very occasion, even."<br/><br/>I flexed my arm a bit which opened the fabric on my upper arm.  It opened up the wound a bit too, and with my heart-a-pounding the way it was, more from Thalia than from the danger, the blood was very slowly getting absorbed by the arm of my outfit.<br/><br/>"Gorramnit.  Not only did someone slice my sleeve open, they made me bleed all over it, too."<br/><br/>It was kind of bad.  Knew for sure I was gonna need stitches.<br/><br/>"I can clean the blood off the suit.  But I can't sew worth a lick.  You any good with a needle and thread, Thalia?"<br/><br/>I wondered how bad a scar it was going to be.  Maybe it would match the one I had on my other arm.<br/><br/><br/><br/>