<div align="center"><strong>~&lt;=&gt;~ Kiran Reed (yes, ladies, he's single) <del>   </del> Getting an unexpected and unasked for lapdance from a random woman, wondering when the local watering hole had turned into a strip joint. All is forgiven with the promise of more firewater though... For now anyway <del>   </del> dressed (http://www.yeshairstyles.com/wp-content/gallery/sam-worthington/sam-worthington-hairstyle-from-terminator-salvation.jpg) sharply (http://www.dabblestone.com/bio_files/Sam%20Worthington%20poster.jpg), as always ~&lt;=&gt;~</strong></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img210.imageshack.us/img210/9981/bbaddff0ac585f7cae03a3b.jpg)</div><br/><em>Finally!</em>The alcohol's effects were starting to kick in. His senses became lighter and his body felt a bit warmer. It was the sensation he had been looking for. Too bad it took almost a third of the vodka bottle to achieve this much though. He'd probably need at least another one of these to get hammered even half decently; this crap was just too watered down for him. It would be too much of an effort for him right now to ask all around town like a fucking beggar if there was any more strong booze to be found and available for purchase<del>   </del>at a decent prize of course. He was thirsty, not desperate.<br/><br/>Lost in thought, it took him a moment to register that a woman and plopped herself in his lap, separating him from his bottle of firewater. Shit, there was barely enough for himself to get halfway drunk off, so he certainly hoped whatever lose woman had unceremoniously dropped herself on his thighs wasn't expecting a drop from his bottle. He had plenty of experience with women trying to score free drinks from him during his time with the Alliance, during the shoreleave. A Jian huo is what you generally called those sorts of women. That was the more polite term anyway. Kiran knew a few better ones, but he'd probably get tossed out the bar if he said them aloud to the woman.<br/><br/>He was about to voice his protest to her actions, especially when she started touching his tone torso over his shirt, with a nice swearword or two, but she quickly promised him what he wanted, on the condition that he "played along." With what, exactly, he had no dog shitting idea. The temptation, try as he might, was too hard for him to resist. Shit, did that make him an alcoholic? Well, whatever, he thought, shrugging half heartedly at his own thoughts.<br/><br/><strong>"That better be some mighty fine firewater you've got in that bag, miss,"</strong>he replied with a grunt, noting an Alliance soldier from the rowdy group standing nearby, watching them for a long moment before pissing off back to his palls. So she had used him as a way to ditch the purple belly? Well, ain't that just peachy? Hopefully this wouldn't come back to bite him. Turning his attention back to the wayward woman, he took a moment to absorb her features into his mind. A woman with wavy brown hair who looked like she was around his own age. Had a slender, curvy figure on her as well, so he could figure she'd have drawn the attention of the shore leave group over at the tables. Not that there was much else to pay attention to in this near deserted shit hole of a bar. This certainly wasn't rush hour, Kiran could say that much.<br/><br/><strong>"So what you got?"</strong>he asked the brunette, eyeing her bag curiously. There better had been something good in there or she would find her tush on the floor rather than his lap soon enough.<br/><br/><hr/><em><br/>Cheap floozy: Jian huo<br/>Purple belly: An Alliance soldier or officer. <br/></em>