<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Thalia Linnea,</span><em>Medic</em><br/>One month ago<br/><em>Mariner's Gate</em>Space Station<br/>Tagging - Santiago and Samson (?)<br/>Location -<em>Silverlight</em>nightclub<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>If only it had been so hypnotic and poetic, and sensual and teasing. Maybe it wouldn't have gone so horribly wrong, but the past is the past. Somehow it's easier to remember the good times and forget the bad ones, the lack of privacy and the control. There's a lot to be said for freedom.</em><br/><br/>"That's a lot you want to know. I'd be happy to tell you some things, but in return.. you have to tell me some things about you. Fair's fair, after all." A broad smile spread across her face when he turned her comment about massage around on her. "I believe you." She was so, so tempted to ask that one little question niggling at her, but she didn't. This was Santiago, and that was a question that led to showing, not telling.<br/><br/>"I'm always.. well, usually always game for a wager. The only thing is you might already know because I cuss in different languages. So, what do you have in mind? Does this mean you speak other languages too?"<br/>