<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 -<em>Silverlight</em>nightclub<br/><hr/><br/>"Been a lot of places.  Picked up a phrase or two here and there.  As for telling you things about me, I don't know, ain't much worth sharing.  Was an Alliance soldier.  Joined the Independents when they helped out my folks who got displaced from their farm by some corporations.  Fought in some battles.  Became friends with Brock, Samson's brother, then met Samson after Brock got killed.  Did some merc work, using Samson to get me around.  Met you in there somwehere.  Then I joined his crew permanent.  And here we are.  But we'll have time to interview each other soon enough.<br/><br/>"I say we wager those nice massages we was just talking about.  If I guess the language and meaning, I win, and I get a massage from you.  If I don't guess right, you win, you get a massage from me.  Now let's see how much... style and flair that tongue of yours has, Thalia."<br/><br/>It was a trap, that's for sure.  I made it so that either way, something would happen between us, but only if she played along.  I had a feeling she would have known that, but maybe she would go along with it, because she wanted it, too, and she could rationalize as her not backing down from a challenge, of being a woman of her word and delivering or accepting the consequences of the bet.<br/><br/><br/><br/>