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Post by kinsmanvanour on Mar 8, 2015 19:26:27 GMT
A pause. Omega wasn't exactly... Comfortable. Or safe. Or nice. But, it was his home. Of course, this level wasn't. He was really a visitor out of his league. "Fine, actually. It's- Well, I'm not from this part of town." He jabs a finger upward. "Three levels up, actually." It was the best he could do without sounding like he was lying. And- Well, Omega had it's perks, of course. He downed another gulp of his drink, now almost empty.
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Omega barwoman
Traveller
[TI1]
Race: human
Occupation: Club owner / barwoman
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Post by Omega barwoman on Mar 9, 2015 15:06:16 GMT
“I see…” Sugar grinned conspiratorial. The guy was still a bit tense, like as if he was oon the run from someone. “This place is neutral grounds, alright. No worries.” Her hand padded the bar. She nodded at his almost empty glass. “Want some more? Something else?”
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Post by kinsmanvanour on Mar 9, 2015 20:49:52 GMT
"Mm. I could go for another." He nods once, stretching his arms slightly. "Anyway-" He says, rather plainly, if she were to remain or prepare the drink, "You from Omega?"
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Omega barwoman
Traveller
[TI1]
Race: human
Occupation: Club owner / barwoman
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Post by Omega barwoman on Mar 10, 2015 16:56:34 GMT
“Another quad kicker coming up.” She produced two bottles from under the bar, mixed and shook a bit – not the most complicated of a drink bit could still be presented with a certain twist.
“Me, huh.” She kept looking at the work at hand, raising an eyebrow. “Nah, I was born on some colony. But I was bored by all the cattle and grain that was going on there. I am more interested in the distilled end product of that grain, right?” Was anyone actually born on Omega? Strange but Sugar always thought this was no place to be born. More like a place to die though. “So I bolted as soon as I could, ended up here and people seemed to like what I can do behind a bar, right? Eventually this place here became mine when I had the chance.” She put the glass in front of him and made a presenting encompassing gesture with her hands.
Hollering and whistling at the dancer’s platform. A mixed group of workers/mercs came in, heading for the dancing area.
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Post by kinsmanvanour on Mar 10, 2015 21:02:48 GMT
Augustus watches her prepare the Kicker, merely smirking. He passes a glance to the parade of mercenaries, a neutral one. "Yeah. I can see where that might get boring." He yawns lightly, a closed fist moving to his mouth. "We all have our interests."
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Omega barwoman
Traveller
[TI1]
Race: human
Occupation: Club owner / barwoman
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Post by Omega barwoman on Mar 11, 2015 15:33:51 GMT
There had been a change on stage, the asari had changed places with a turian who seemed to be a favourite of the gang of turians now getting rowdy and cheering her. Sugar smiled, the night was in progress and money would be changing owners.
“Now, what would be your interests, mysterious man?” She asked in return. Just in time as the asari that had been on stage shortly before strolled over, with a little jump in her gait, leaning at the bar next to the human. “Hey Sug, gimme a bot’ o’ clear, dear.” While Sugar pulled a bottle of water from the fridge (Ice and condensate forming immediately on the container), Jasis eyed the human up and down and started to smile.
“Hey, who’s yawning in here!? I’m Jasis, and I think you might need some personal entertainment?!” She turned sideways, arching her back a bit as she took a gentle sip from the cool water. “Phew, I needed that.” She clicked her tongue.
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Post by kinsmanvanour on Mar 12, 2015 0:23:26 GMT
Augustus almost chuckled at her 'Mysterious man' comment. He followed her glance, eyes equally as interested, the gang of turians found comical.
Smirking, he goes to speak again, but pauses, the Asari having made his way over to him. He raises an eyebrow, merely shrugging. "Hm. Jasis, was it? Well, as long as you're offerin'." He leans on the bar further, both hands cupped around his Quad Kicker. Looking her over, he nods once, almost imperceptible. "Sure."
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Omega barwoman
Traveller
[TI1]
Race: human
Occupation: Club owner / barwoman
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Post by Omega barwoman on Mar 12, 2015 15:27:05 GMT
Sugar now was almost a bit disappointed that Jasis had ruined her chance of the guy telling her a tale. But money had to be made eventually. She popped open a couple of beers for the server to pick up.
Jasis grinned at the human and leaned at the counter suggestively, hand on her hip, the other playing with the bottle. “This’s what’s on offer, sweety. That's 200 a dance at the table, 400 at a private alcove, 500 for my special biotic package (*). I guarantee you will forget the yawning.” She winked at him.
((* OOC: for convenience I assume a ~ 10/1 rate to the $ with credits here. The prices would be normal to low end))
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Post by kinsmanvanour on Mar 12, 2015 21:13:59 GMT
The prices were nice. That was a plus. And, Jasis was definitely eager. So far, his time here was rather fine. The drinks were good, the atmosphere was... True to where they were, and the barkeeps, servers, and the dancers were nice. Plus, he had extra spending money. Realizing it wouldn't truly go to a better use, he mulls it over.
"Private Alcove. Please." He looks over, cracking the faintest grin at her suggestive stance and nature.
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Omega barwoman
Traveller
[TI1]
Race: human
Occupation: Club owner / barwoman
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Post by Omega barwoman on Mar 13, 2015 13:26:42 GMT
“Righto, c’mon, hun!” she was leading the way, swaying her hips, looking back over her shoulder to see if he followed her to one of the darker and view protected alcoves in the back where dancers and the entertained had some more privacy….
Sugar watched the two leave and grinned, while whipping the bar where his glass had left a wet circle. The DJ was just switching to another set and there was some applause and whistling over at the stage. Alil was waiting for some more drinks and Sugar prepared them with routine…
((OOC: we can assume Jasis knows her line of work pretty well and is entertaining him to high standards as long as the cash is coming))
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Artacus Kalmavius
Adventurer
[TI1]
Name: Artacus Kalmavius
Race: Turian
Occupation: Fugitive Recovery Agent (Bounty Hunter)
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Post by Artacus Kalmavius on Mar 13, 2015 16:35:00 GMT
"Ugh.. my head." The turian remarked, rubbing his forehead in discomfort as he looked around. He had just finished his latest job involving some dumb salarian messing with the wrong people. It was easy, but the constant complaining he did... Artacus thought it would be good to find someplace to cool is nerves, probably get a drink. He walked while also minding his surroundings, as it's Omega after all. The turian stopped for a moment, turning his gaze to the one of the large neon signs that happened to catch his eye. "Spacer's Dive.." He mused, pondering as he looked toward the entrance of the club.
The 6'10" turian straightened his posture, resuming a more formal stance and places his hands by his sides. "I might as well check it out." He muttered to himself, walking through the doors. It was just like any other club on Omega, except it was more appealing to him. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he convinced himself it didn't matter. He headed toward the nearest bar counter as he observed a human and what seemed to be another dancer leave to somewhere else. He gingerly placed his hands onto the counter in front of him, looking left and right before eyeing the human behind the counter. "Hello, Miss." He said, smiling warmly.
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Omega barwoman
Traveller
[TI1]
Race: human
Occupation: Club owner / barwoman
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Post by Omega barwoman on Mar 13, 2015 17:10:11 GMT
Sugar was taping with her foot to the bat as she watched the dancer on stage and the patrons having some fun. A lone turian came in, quite tall even for his kind. Maybe it was the lighting but his features seemed to bright up a bit as he looked around. Well, the PP was top shelf hot shit, right?
She looked up at him as he settled at the bar. "Hey Mister. What can I get for you tonight?"
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Artacus Kalmavius
Adventurer
[TI1]
Name: Artacus Kalmavius
Race: Turian
Occupation: Fugitive Recovery Agent (Bounty Hunter)
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Post by Artacus Kalmavius on Mar 13, 2015 17:30:05 GMT
Artacus examined the barwoman across from him, putting a hand on his collar and straightens it. "I'm just going to have turian brandy.. I'm not planning on going wild tonight." He responded to her, chuckling. The turian mostly preferred the quiet atmosphere of a lone bar, where no one would really bother him that much. But he didn't feel like looking for the perfect place for him. So far the club really caught his eyes.
Artacus cleared his throat after he chuckled at his response, turning his head around to view the club and it's rowdy inhabitants. After a bit he looked back to the barwoman. "This place looks colorful, doesn't it?" He said, complimenting the place.
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Omega barwoman
Traveller
[TI1]
Race: human
Occupation: Club owner / barwoman
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Post by Omega barwoman on Mar 13, 2015 18:54:52 GMT
Sugar mock saluted to his announcement about 'not going wild tonight'. "Yessssir." She produced a glass with ice and poured a good portion of amber red liquer. "Brandy for you." she sat it in front of him.
"Oh, you bet! this is the place with the sweetest dancers and the best cocktails on the station. It's definitely certified for six sectors!" She nodded with conviction. "You should try some later on - nothing too wild though!" she raised her hands to appease. Her smile was quite open.
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Artacus Kalmavius
Adventurer
[TI1]
Name: Artacus Kalmavius
Race: Turian
Occupation: Fugitive Recovery Agent (Bounty Hunter)
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Post by Artacus Kalmavius on Mar 13, 2015 22:36:09 GMT
Artacus nodded at the woman and chuckled at her mocking salute, as he knew she was just joking around. The turian picked up the glass in front of him and brought it up to his mouth, drinking a modest amount out from the glass. "Sounds good. I might try a cocktail when I feel like it." He said, setting his glass down in front of him. "I'm new here actually.. thought I'd try someplace else other than Afterlife or any other of the clubs I usually go to." He added, running a hand along his sleeve to dust it off.
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