-at the lounge, checking the ship’s supplies of booze and deciding to triple their monthly order-

Why does it smell like fucking burnt toast in here?!

-breezes into the lounge, and upon seeing Jack asleep on the couch, smiles and moves to her, hitting her boots hard enough to wake her- Hey.

Free outer terminus delivery for orders over 300 creds?! -adds multiple additional items to her cart- I can definitely use these....

Who’s that sexy thing?

-doing shots of Ryncol with a bunch of Krogan mercs at the bar- C'mon boys. That all you got?

Fuck, that was a good breakfast. Remind me to personally thank Jack later.

-itching to get this mission done, she's already ready and waiting in the shuttle, assault rifle, pistol and shotgun strapped to her-

I wonder if I have time for one more bath before this mission?

Cause there isn't anything sexier than a good fucking fire fight #FuckMeFriday

Well, shit. I drank the last of the Red. Hope the Captain forgives me.

It doesn't matter what you've done - your day couldn't possibly have been better than mine.

-relaxing, awesome naked bath times and lounging-

Thirsty Thursday and I really just wanna visit the Captain and the XO in their quarters, if I'm being honest.

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Could someone lend a hand #FuckMeFriday