Bar Times are Good Times (open)

[chupi]

"Mm, deceit..." Dasim mumbled to himself as he watched her go, turning back to the bar to request another drink. Well, there was that. "Liars, always a good story. Interesting mind. I'll have to look into that one again later." He was very glad to have finally entered one of Omega's bars.

[Zan]

Kavil Akaven put down his drink and watched the female leave the bar. Such lack of turian stoicism. She must be fun at parties.
His eyes, practically glowing in the dark of the corner booth he was lurking in, went back to the salarian. Twitchy fellow. Brightly colored armor, very clean. He must be new to Omega, or he must not come around very often.

Through the babble and music of the bar, he'd only caught a few words. 'Raised by vorcha', 'shit on the floor', and then her laughter. Telling a story to get a rise out of a salarian, he assumed. Very interesting. Kavil took another sip from his drink and leaned further back against the wall, ignoring the undulating body of a dancing asari that approached him. After a few moments she huffed and went off, irritated by being ignored.

No matter. Asari were so self-righteous anyway.
Besides, he only liked girls who made trouble.

Those were thoughts for later, though. He was supposed to be waiting for a client to come and hire him for a job. Never enough mercs around. The young, stupid ones got themselves killed, and the old ones retired. Easy enough for a man like himself to find work, even with his reputation. Considering the client was an hour and a half late, however, he doubted the man would show. Oh, well.

[Kasespaetzle]

(OOC: Sorry for the lame re-entry, but RP MUST CONTINUE)

Neralya could have punched herself when she noticed about halfway home that she's left her pack of cigarettes on the counter. Next to that weird ass salarian. After she'd just she'd just lost all her composure and dignity in a storm of explosive, slightly snorty laughter. In public.

Fucking idiot.

Still, she sure as hell wasn't getting another pack if she could help it. She'd just gotten paid, sure, but she was saving that money. This time. Probably. Unless she was considering trying to use cigarettes as sustenance again. Unsurprisingly, that didn't work too well, and she highly doubted it would work the second time. ...Okay, third time. Still.
Also, there the nearest place that carried the kind of smokes she liked was a lot farther than the bar, and she was still feeling rather exhausted. She sighed.

Back to the bar it was, then.

***

Upon reaching the bar again, Neralya couldn't help but feel like this was a stupid idea, and she should have just sucked it up and walked the distance to the store. She reached behind the side of her fringe and turned off her shades, and contemplated taking off her headscarf, in a knowingly futile attempt to hope she'd be made unrecognizable. Another stupid idea. Neralya was full of them tonight, it seemed. Her cigarettes probably weren't even there anymore.
She shook her head briefly before checking herself in her reflection in a puddle of who-knows-what. She kept the shades off, and kept her headscarf on, and headed back inside.

[Zan]

Kavil, who always kept an eye on who came and left the club, was somewhat surprised to see the female return. What reason could she possibly have to come back to the bar after making such a fuss with her exit?

He watched her with no small amount of curiosity. Finishing his drink, he raised a talon for another and sat up a little more. What could this little female be doing, he wondered. She intrigued him further. From her feathers and shades all the way through her interesting set of armor and her raucous personality(from what he could make of it).
And no clan paint, like himself. Clanless, then. That was always telling.

Perhaps she'd be worth talking to, if only to satisfy his biting curiosity. He tapped his empty glass against the table to get her attention, still watching her.

[Kasespaetzle]

Once inside, Neralya quickly surveyed her surroundings, partially out of habit, but mostly out of looking for any sign of the salarian she had spoken to earlier. She didn't see him, not at the moment, and made a silent sigh of relief. The bright white and pink armor would have surely given him away if her were here, so surely she was in the clear. Not that she was afraid of him or anything, oh no. He was just so damn weird. Her tired brain was quickly losing the ability to deal with it.

Back to what she came here for, then.

She looked to the spot where she'd been sitting earlier, and promptly drew her mandibles close against her face. Of course they weren't there. Fucking Omega.
Fed up with how the night was starting to turn out, the turian cursed under her breath some more. Again, she was done here. Or so she thought.

As she was about to leave, however, she noticed another turian looking at her. Neralya tilted her head slightly, unsure what it was he wanted. Then he tapped his glass against the table, in what she was guessing was an effort to get her attention.
She tilted her head again, weighing her options. He was attractive enough, she supposed. The broken fringe was a bit of a turn off, and he seemed a bit old for her tastes, but hey, better than some weirdo salarian.

Alright. If he wanted her attention, he had it. With a swagger in her step and a slight smile back on her face, she took a seat next to him. Conveniently right when the bartender had come back with another drink. Taking the drink for herself, her mandibles splayed in what could only be described as a shit-eating grin, before taking a sip from it and grinning again.

"Aww, would you look at that? You got me a drink! How thoughtful of you!"