<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/>2519, present day<br/>Last Stand Saloon, Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br/>Tagging - Sheydran Corsei, Thalia Linnea<br/>Location - Last Stand Saloon, the bar<br/><hr/><br/><em>"I suppose I'm not bad with my hands."</em><br/><br/>Felt electricity shoot up and down my body in a most pleasurable way when Thalia examined my scar.  Must have been all the Companion training.  All that time, I had no idea until recently, when she slipped up after me and Samson got a bit of drink in her.  Training to be a Companion surprised me about her.  Also explained so gorram much.<br/><br/>Wasn't sure if she was genuine.  I was kidding around, perhaps doing a bit of projecting or wishful thinking, when I broke down Thalia's motivations for being on the ship to Shey.  But I felt like I was hitting a nerve, like she was caught in a trap or something, and while she may have been nervous, she was still playing it very cool.  Like a Companion.  Or a doctor.<br/><br/>While her friend Shey was gorgeous in her own right, I was focused on Thalia.  More like I couldn't keep my eyes off her.  And her curves.  And her smooth, soft skin.  And her shiny lips when she spoke and smiled.  And her eyes when she looked up at me, or looked away.<br/><br/>Hmm, bunch of new feelings bubbling up after a shared near death experience.<br/><br/>"You recognize this bourbon, Thalia?  Last time we had it was last month at Silverlight."<br/><br/>I wanted to conjure memories in her, a few weeks ago, drinking bourbon, letting it slip that she was a Companion.<br/><br/>"We should go there.  We should go to Silverlight."<br/><br/>Needing a refill already, I took drink orders from the ladies and stepped away to get us another round.<br/><br/>