<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<br/>Location -<em>Silverlight</em>nightclub<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"That. You can't! Hey - wait!"<em>He can't do that, can he? No... it's up to me and I say no! But.. Santiago didn't.. he did actually say. Damnit, he did that on purpose! He defined the rules and.. he's right, but the meaning behind our agreement was that I'd speak in another language. Did he just play me there? Yes. And no. If I let him, maybe. Do I want to let him?</em><br/><br/>Laughter bubbled forth from Thalia's lips, then there was a moment where she looked at him, making up her mind. He was Santiago. A friend, fellow crew. Should she? Technically, he was right but.. they both knew that wasn't what the game was supposed to be about. It was a game now? Yes. Either way, there would be a massage. She had agreed, after all, so did the specifics of their wager matter so much?<br/><br/>"We both know you cheated somewhat, but we both know you won." Her expression had turned more sultry, mixed with just a bit of 'caught unawares'. "I concede."<em>So what does this mean?</em>She sighed gently, but couldn't quite suppress her smile.<br/>