<strong>Name:</strong>21<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Galley<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><br/>21 sighs and goes to plunder the fridge. The big silvery thing is big enough to double as a life-pod in case of emergencies, and the thin girl half-disappears into the icy confines - only her nicely rounded butt, outlined in the tight stretchy fabric of her suit wiggling left and right.<em>"Hey, while I'm at it, does anyone else feel like a snack? We've got olives and pickles as well, along with ham and... scrapple? Huh. Who the fuck wants scrapple? Or is it here to deter boarding parties? Ewwww."</em>