<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/62840fd894605907995ed331bf16a6ee/tumblr_mn3kylaOlF1s06oiso1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Angelo 'Angel' Angelino  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283333.msg13939074#msg13939074)<br/><strong>Vehicle:</strong>-<br/><strong>Location and time:</strong>Outreach, embarking day<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>-<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Angel chuckled when Marcus chastised him, although he was a little annoyed that the tank jockey had called his attention away from the redhead who was twirling her hair around her finger.  He considered it one of the sexiest things a woman could do.<br/><br/>"Do I look like the kind of pilot that isn't going to take the shot because he's afraid that he won't get a refill?  I'll just be more careful about which shots I take, kinda like when your bin is only half full.  Have no fear of that.  I've got a hundred C-Bills that says my kill to weight ratio is higher than anyone else's, once this jaunt into the meatgrinder is done."  He pulled five wrinkled twenties out of a pocket and laid them on the table.  "If nobody else is going to ante up, I'd like to buy a couple of bottles of whatever vintage the dropship distillery is currently selling.  I don't know about the rest of you but I like being a little sauced when we jump.  Otherwise, cookies will be tossed."