Taisce Moore is a knight with a shining M4. (taisce) wrote in immune_ic,
9ooc: third times a charm, right?)
"Hola," she returned, closing her book and setting it in her lap in time to attempt to catch the keys. She missed and stared at them for a moment with a look that seemed to say "well, fine then" before letting her gaze return to Marcus.
"Absolutely," Taisce laughed. "You know you make my world go round." The phrase was laced in friendly sarcasm. She brought out that side of her, the playfully flirty friend side. She sat up, pulling her feet so she now sat cross-legged on the bed-- the book slid onto the bed--, and leaned over the side. After a moment of rustling, she produced a package neatly wrapped in old newspaper funnies. It was distinctly bottle shaped, though Taisce didn't care if he figured out what it was before he opened it, it wasn't like it was hard to guess.
She'd asked O'Brien for a bottle of tequila. She'd ended up with a bottle of Cuervo and hoped that it was something that Marcus would drink. She really didn't know his tastes, but she didn't think he was the type to be too picky. He liked booze, and she knew it. It was one of the first things he'd asked when they met. If there was any booze. So now she offered him one form of a good time for his trouble.
"This is an apology and a thank you, for covering my ass," she smiled, passed the bottle to him, and waited for a response.