Omega barwoman
Traveller
[TI1]
Race: human
Occupation: Club owner / barwoman
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Post by Omega barwoman on Mar 2, 2015 15:39:56 GMT
The human woman entered the club. Not any club, her club, the Spacer's Dive on Omega! She was browsing the tables, not much going on yet but a few earlies were always there, fantasizing away over a beer, watching the dancers. It usually picked up later.
“Hey” she greeted the batarian behind the bar. “Anything up?” “Hey Sug. Nah, pretty slow so far. We had another dead Vorcha rotting in the hallway when I got here but it’s gone now. Not sure if block security or other vorcha did it.” He laughed a very rumbling batarian laugh and continued cleaning glasses. “Or a random varren…” Sugar let her thoughts travel but not too far.
She began setting up some bottles for drinks and exchanged nods with passing dancers and the servers on duty…. A typical night on Omega.
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PMID: BP015
Traveller
Name: Isadore
Race: Krogan
Occupation: Military Contractor
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Post by PMID: BP015 on Mar 2, 2015 20:25:30 GMT
The door swept in and in marched a krogan, ready for his daily drunkening. Isadore moved with with ease, casting a glance at the dancers as he passed the stage, knowing he would be spending a few hundred credits on the deep navy Turian dancer before he left, but as always have more of an eye for th human bartender, Sugar. With purposeful strides, he traveled to his stool, fifth from the end, right side. As usual he nodded to the Batarian barkeep, smiled at Sugar, then swept two fingers low over the surface, signaling his usual, a Batarian Fist with a Ryncol chaser. "Hows it goin this fine evenin?" He asked, pitching the question to both barkeeps.
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Post by kinsmanvanour on Mar 2, 2015 21:54:17 GMT
There it was. Augustus had seen it before, though never bothered. Today, he had made a nice grab. Wealthy Volus guy, made his money executing those he didn't really like. Entering, he immediately moved to a stiffer couch, almost concerned at the sort of... stuff, would be on there.
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Omega barwoman
Traveller
[TI1]
Race: human
Occupation: Club owner / barwoman
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Post by Omega barwoman on Mar 3, 2015 15:05:18 GMT
Sugar greeted the krogan with nod. He was one of the well liked regulars and Sugar kinda liked the guy. "Hey, how's it going? Well, the night's promising and around the corner, you know. Starting out slow and then going out like shot through a relay." She joked while preparing his drinks with routine and setting them up in front of him. *********************************************** Alil strolled over to the human that just had arrived. The drell server propped her tablet into her hip, looking at him with her pro smile. "Hello there. Your first time at the PP? What can I get for you?" (OOC: kinsmanvanour that second part was for your character!)
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Post by kinsmanvanour on Mar 4, 2015 2:48:09 GMT
Having grown tired, he flushes his nose of e-cigarette vapors, standing. Moving to the bar, he taps the longer table with his knuckles, idly awaiting. the bartenders. Seeing as the Batarian male arrived, he took another deep puff, emitting a swirling puff. "Right. Quad Kicker." He awaits, the Batarian turning and swiftly making the drink. He pockets the device, letting the vapors wisp away. Tasting the drink, he sighs gently, gulping down a bit.
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PMID: BP015
Traveller
Name: Isadore
Race: Krogan
Occupation: Military Contractor
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Post by PMID: BP015 on Mar 4, 2015 5:30:07 GMT
Isadore threw back the shot, then quickly followed it with a gulp of the Ryncol, A lot better now that I'm here." He said, turning an appreciative eye to the stage. He chuckled, thinking about how hectic it could get when the club got really busy. "When is Tuni'Za doing her number?" He asked, catching Dove's eye and silently asking her for a dance.
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Omega barwoman
Traveller
[TI1]
Race: human
Occupation: Club owner / barwoman
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Post by Omega barwoman on Mar 4, 2015 15:00:17 GMT
Sugar smiled, blinding any casual onlooker with her teeth. “She’ll be on later tonight, no worries!” But we don’t want to spoil the costumers there, she chuckled to herself. Tuni’Za was a cash-louza and an asset not to be overused.
“Had a rough day? Removed a few more X’s from the cosmic equation?” her Omega-casual way of asking if Isadore had off’ed anyone lately and if that had annoyed him…
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Wil was swiftly preparing the drink for the human guy. He didn’t seem like a’quad-kicker’ type of customer but whatever. “New ‘round here? Never seen ya before.” The batarian tested the conversation waters, polishing a glass.
(OOC: I'll run with your reply, kinsmanvanour)
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Post by kinsmanvanour on Mar 5, 2015 2:55:08 GMT
Augustus lifted his head lazily, idly nodding once. Downtrodden, as it seems, he rolling his shoulders, both hunched. "Yeah. First time." He looks about, the place all-together not too shabby. Looking to her, he examines her figure. Yes, her figure.
"Thanks." With that, he begins to sip at a leisurely pace, rubbing his eyes at random intervals.
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Omega barwoman
Traveller
[TI1]
Race: human
Occupation: Club owner / barwoman
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Post by Omega barwoman on Mar 5, 2015 15:37:59 GMT
Wil never stopped polishing the glasses. The batarian noticed the human’s glance at Sugar’s assets though and grinned a very batarian grin. “Sure, first time. Welcome. Dancers are happening over there.” he pointed to the stage with a gyrating asari with his cloth. “In case you’re into that kind of thing” Duh, who wasn't.
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Sugar had a sixth sense. Or was it seventh? She could feel people staring at her ass. It was as if her ass had sensor arrays. She liked to think it had. So she walked over to the area where William was keeping the jelly shots and she had to walk past the human, giving him a ‘welcome to the club’ smile before settling somewhere between Isadore and the new guy to prepare shots for an order.
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Post by kinsmanvanour on Mar 5, 2015 23:59:44 GMT
Augustus knew that she noticed, the shadowed smile giving away what he had seen, and/or known. Merely nodding as she passes, he sips again. No shame felt, seeing as that, well... They were in a hybrid 'exotic' dancing arena and bar. Plus, he figured that she had gotten used to such a... Gesture. If anything, it be a compliment.
Nonetheless, he lazily shifted his gaze to the gyrations, eyes flickering over her dancing figure. Sighing gently, he cracks various knuckles, leaned back, not too far, seeing as it was a stool. He earned the break.
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Omega barwoman
Traveller
[TI1]
Race: human
Occupation: Club owner / barwoman
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Post by Omega barwoman on Mar 7, 2015 10:14:20 GMT
Isadore obviously had found some form of entertainment which was related to gyrating hips.
Sugar moved a bit close to the human now, wiping the bar once Alil had picked up the gel shots and delivered them to a table. "Hey, Mister." She greeted him eventually. "That drink to your liking? You look like you've had a rough day. You've just found the right place." She tried a simple can opener but he really looked a bit tired, only easing up slowly, if the horrible finger cracking was any indication. The display of cleavage was on the house for a first timer, she would measure him by the tips eventually.
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Post by kinsmanvanour on Mar 7, 2015 18:02:53 GMT
He takes a moment to look over to her, merely nodding a few times. "It is. Thanks." He closes both hands around either side of his drink, taking another sip or so, before settling it back down on the table.
"Sugar, was it?"
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Omega barwoman
Traveller
[TI1]
Race: human
Occupation: Club owner / barwoman
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Post by Omega barwoman on Mar 7, 2015 22:03:12 GMT
"Yep, Sweet as Sugar. Sugar Sweet." She leaned forward a bit. "Welcome to my little kingdom of relaxation and excitement". A blinding row of teeth was showing. Over at the dance platform loud cheers and whistles were greeting a new dancer and a new set of music.
She looked over his shoulder where Alil was signalling something. Sugar nodded and began opening a few beers and built two colorful coctails, one of the glasses received a dusting of its rim in a shimmering red.
"So, what brings you to Omega, Mister?" She asked casually while her hands worked with precise routine.
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Post by kinsmanvanour on Mar 7, 2015 22:56:27 GMT
Augustus, flustered for a moment as she leans forward, merely pauses. ... ... "H-Hm? Oh, uh- Business trip, really." Merely taking another sip, he looks to her again, eyebrow raised. "Right, er- Business. Just, standard work."
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Omega barwoman
Traveller
[TI1]
Race: human
Occupation: Club owner / barwoman
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Post by Omega barwoman on Mar 8, 2015 18:25:34 GMT
Sugar raised an eyebrow. Alil picked the drinks up. "U-huh." sugar said. Business alright. Everyone had business on Omega. "And here I was thinking you were here for sightseeing" she chuckled. A krogan at a table belched krogan style, causing a salarian to jerk and spill his beer. The turian at that table almost broke in half laughing. Alil rolled her eyes at Sugar who srugged and looked back at Augustus and smiled. "So, how do you like Omega?"
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