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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/9/2016 2:04:23 AM
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[u]"At least I don't look like a goddamn Master Chief wannabe. Now get back to wherever the hell you came from - if you can even remember that."[/u]
[i]Irina chuckled devilishly, clearly making fun of FemShep's amnesia. Talk about an asshole, amirite?[/i]
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*By now, you'd think that the FemShep would've punched her, or stabbed her with her Omni-blade. Instead, she just sat there, staring at her, before pulling out her Omni-tool and typing...well something into it.* "Make me." She responds, sitting firmly on the chair, drowning herself with the rest of her bottle.
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[i]The last comment straight-up triggered Irina.[/i] [i]Her thin hands suddenly shooting forwards, both of her pairs of fingers wrapped themselves around the bottle of alcohol, as Irina pulled with - well, a considerable amount of strength. She was trying to steal the bottle. [/i]
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*She chuckles, letting go of the empty bottle and politely burping.* "I'm sorry; I thought all you needed was the bottle, not the drink." She responds, placing her feet up on the table and closing her eyes.
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[i]Irina didn't respond - she had an idea. A terribly funny one, at least in her head.[/i] [i]Gripping the bottle, she raised the glass object above Femshep's head, lining it up by her cranium.[/i] [u]"About right...there."[/u] [i]Grinning, she jolted her arm upwards, while it was still gripping the bottle, and brought it down upon the woman's head. Except, it didn't even hit: Irina stopped it before it collided, the glass centimeters away from her face. It was as if Irina tries to get her to at least jump.[/i]
