@RetributionJack <I think you should start drinking with me.

@RetributionJack *shrugs* Amelia could be paying her, but who knows. That asari’s a mystery. *she sets the bottle down on the floor and>

@RetributionJack <tilts her head* You know my preference, do you have any recommendations?

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@RetributionJack *she rolls her eyes slightly and smirks, as if already anticipating Jack’s conclusion* That wouldn’t surprise me at all,>

@RetributionJack <knowing how that asari picks her company... *she quirks her brow plates, looking up at the man curiously with a bit of>

@RetributionJack <indignation* Those grungy bars have their uses. Meeting untrustworthy clients, for one. *a smirk flashes across her>

@RetributionJack <expression* And sure, let’s see if your vintage matches your taste in interior decor.

@RetributionJack *she extends her arm delicately and clasps her fingers around the glass, her razor-sharp talons making light clinks on the>

@RetributionJack <stem* I feel most at home in a cockpit, in space. *she says, eyes flicking to the label on the bottle* I’d fly you>

@RetributionJack <anywhere, or shoot anything down, if you asked.

@RetributionJack *her mandibles flutter quietly as she smiles at the compliment—something she’s not used to hearing. Being the pilot for>

@RetributionJack <Terminus merc bands, she’s nowhere close to the “finer things”. With a lift of her wrist, she raises the glass in a>

@RetributionJack <toast, flashing a wordless smirk as her gaze holds his before taking a sip and lowering the glass, swirling it idly*>

@RetributionJack <Thank you, Jack. I do look forward to working with you.

@RetributionJack *she makes a quick snort, shaking her head and taking a small sip of her wine* Well, that makes things easier >

@RetributionJack < for me then. *she says, tilting her head slightly, studying Jack’s strong features* And what should I do >

@RetributionJack < while you’re away? Your apartment is... *she glances around, leg swinging idly* ...is pretty messed up. >

@RetributionJack < Pardon me saying. And I’m not cleaning this up for you.

Nothing beats the purr of a drive core.