<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/ad/56/c6/ad56c6d67916bcef0d686db5643892e3.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Aurora "Rory" Vega<br/><strong>Location | Time:</strong> Deck of the Linea<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> <del>Black blazer with sleeves rolled up,</del> white v-neck tee, black ripped jeans, black Timberland boots (half laced), black cap</span><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">"No shame in that, gorgeous. At least you know your limits." Rory's smile was as encouraging as it was appreciative. She herself could handle her drink, lots of it really, but it was a combination of high metabolism and sheer tolerance built up over her years in the military. Her boys could drink like damn fishes and respect was always such a curious thing amongst the ranks. She'd had to show 'em a thing or two once or twice. However, for the most part Rory practiced moderation these days. She could be stone cold sober and have a damned good time so alcohol was never particularly high on her list of must haves. Especially since having others around her start to do needlessly risky things or lose control of their emotions was the surest way to kill her buzz anyhow. No, she had nothing but respect for Leah's level headedness.<br/><br/>"Though now I find myself veeeeeeery curious. I mean, if liquor isn't the way to coax you out to get a little wild, what is?" <br/><br/>It was sort of a rhetorical question, sort of not. Rory didn't really expect to quite literally be handed the answers to getting to know Leah better but she wouldn't turn away a good clue either. That is, if she was even reading the way the other woman was looking at her right. Generally Rory didn't have any trouble in that department but for some reason she felt the urge to exercise at least a little caution. Plus, no matter how clearly she could imagine those long, shapely legs wrapped around her while Leah's nails dug into her to urge her on...<br/><br/>...wait. What had she been thinking about again? </span>