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Jun. 19th, 2015 04:43 pmWell it's a throbbing, hot mess they've found themselves in on the resort planet. Another star base, thankfully far enough from the Klingon border. But Fierri is still slamming back shots. She knows she's more sociable with a few in her, and really, that's what the bar is for, isn't it?
She's a thicker, dark woman leaning against the bar. Spots peppered down her forehead mark her as a Trill, despite the few suitors come to court her as a Terran at first glance. They're much more agreeable, and she's not, at least not yet.
"Rush," She greets the woman sidled up next to her now, but there's lowered lashes and maybe a lowered guard too, for her longstanding comrade.
She's a thicker, dark woman leaning against the bar. Spots peppered down her forehead mark her as a Trill, despite the few suitors come to court her as a Terran at first glance. They're much more agreeable, and she's not, at least not yet.
"Rush," She greets the woman sidled up next to her now, but there's lowered lashes and maybe a lowered guard too, for her longstanding comrade.
