PMID: BP015
Traveller
Name: Isadore
Race: Krogan
Occupation: Military Contractor
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Post by PMID: BP015 on Mar 18, 2015 4:52:06 GMT
The song ended, and so did Dove's routine. Isadore took another slug of his drink and stood to follow the turian to one of the private nooks towards the back.
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Omega barwoman
Traveller
[TI1]
Race: human
Occupation: Club owner / barwoman
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Post by Omega barwoman on Mar 18, 2015 15:08:03 GMT
The girl was smiling at Druss, expecting a big payday in the making.
“Oh, great! Tabledance is 200 per dance, VIP alcove is 400. Oh, you don’t have a drink yet! How can’t you have a drink yet?” She made a hurrying gesture towards Alail, the drell server rolled her eyes but came over. “Hello, what can I get for you?” she asked.
Over at the stage an asari was taking over from the turian, her music changes the tune a bit, it was clear she had different preferences and was liked by the DJ.
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Mar 18, 2015 22:03:07 GMT
Druss would be abit overwhelmed by the attention, thinking to herself 'Ok, shit what drink do I get? What do they even have here? Wait, how much was the cost? Holy shit I can't afford that! I don't want to be rude though, maybe just the table dance?'. Looking to the drell, she'd place her order. "*hssk* A glass of Elasa, thank you." Her mind would continue thinking as her gaze focuses back on Peach 'But I hate that crap! Fuck, too late to change it. Right, the earth-clan!' "*hssk* Uhh, well perhaps just the table dance?". Her mind continues on 'Screw this, I'll get my drink and dance then get back to the hotel.'
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Omega barwoman
Traveller
[TI1]
Race: human
Occupation: Club owner / barwoman
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Post by Omega barwoman on Mar 19, 2015 5:43:23 GMT
The drell server made a note. "Coming right up, Ma'am." and left.
Peaches wasn't exactly ecstatic inside, but of course! The volus had huge account because they wern't spending money easily! So she took what she could get now and maybe she could persuade her with her dancing to level up to the VIP section... Smiling and clapping her hands, she began twirling around the volus and began her enthralling table show.... A little bit later the Elasa arrived, with a straw and tiny umbrella.
At the bar, Sugar rearranged some bottles, exchanged empty with new and eventually got back to to Artacus. "Hey, didn't you say you're a bounty hunter? Don't you guys have a ton of enemies here on Omega?" she asked cautiously. The last thing she needed was a gang of Blue Suns tearing her place up because that guy had enemies. As a bounty hunter he possibly could take in half the station - or more even.
Over his shoulder she saw Jasis re-emerge from the private alcoves, giving her a thumbs up and a wink. Behind her came that human guy, who looked like he had enjoyed his time.
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Post by kinsmanvanour on Mar 19, 2015 12:57:59 GMT
Oh, he definitely did. She grabbed Jasis by the elbow, spun her to face him, brought up her hand, and dropped in a nice tip, pressing her palm closed. In a moment he was back at the bar, kicked into party-mood. "Can I get some Honey-mead shots?"
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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 19, 2015 18:34:59 GMT
Artacus nodded his head in response to Sugar's question. "I am a bounty hunter, but I prefer fugitive recovery agent, as it's more professional." He replied, drinking down the last of his beverage, placing the small glass cup down onto the counter. "And to answer your second question, yes, I have some enemies out for my head. But since I was in a special forces unit, I tend to keep a low profile and do things quietly most of the time." The turian added to his previous statement, shifting his gaze left and right around the club. Since he just finished his job and was off duty, he wouldn't be surprised if his "buddies" from earlier showed up. Still, he did what he said and maintained a low profile, blending in with the crowd.
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Mar 19, 2015 21:22:34 GMT
Druss watches as the human goes about her dance routine, as Druss's own mind continues its private debate. 'Ok, just thank her for the show after, be polite to the earth-clan, and leave. . . . Well, maybe just one VIP dance- Nope nope nope! Need those credits to get to the citadel. But I can just sell some- DRELL!'. Druss watches as Elasa puts the drink down "*hssk* Thanks." Her mind would go back to its train of thought soon after as she takes a sip of the drink. 'Ok, ok. I don't want to be stuck on a place like Omega, right? I can just visit a club on the Citadel anyways.' Druss continues watching the dance, waiting until its over.
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Omega barwoman
Traveller
[TI1]
Race: human
Occupation: Club owner / barwoman
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Post by Omega barwoman on Mar 20, 2015 12:42:35 GMT
Sugar smiled as she observed the human coming over. “Shots coming up…. I suppose that's a round for the counter?” she asked joyfully, just to be sure. There basically just was the turian nearby anyway.
Meanwhile, Peaches was doing her best but who could see through a volus face mask, right? When the music changed, she stopped her flowing motions “Next dance’s up, what’s the deal, want some more?”
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Mar 20, 2015 14:00:19 GMT
After hearing the human's question, Druss would waste no time answering. "*hssk* No thanks. I should go.". Opening her omni-tool as she gets up, Druss speaks to Peaches again "*hssk* So uhh, how much was it? Two hundred, right?" She sends the exact amount of credits to the Paradise account. "*hssk* Well, uhh Thanks for the dance.".
Unless anyone stops her, Druss would leave the club soon after.
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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 20, 2015 16:35:56 GMT
Artacus turned his head back to the counter, gazing to the empty glass in front of him. He then lifted his head up to face Sugar and nodded. "I'll have another round, Sugar Sweet." The turian said with a smile. Artacus really liked the name, it just kind of ran right to him and it fit the woman in front of him. He looked around once again to eye the patrons of the club and the employees and dancers, then turned back to Sugar.
"Uh.. just a random question. How many dancers to you have?" He asked carefully to the owner of the club.
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Omega barwoman
Traveller
[TI1]
Race: human
Occupation: Club owner / barwoman
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Post by Omega barwoman on Mar 21, 2015 13:13:13 GMT
"Oh, I don't 'have'..." she airquoted "... any of them, they are all freelancers. Currently there are like... fifteen? Of course they aren't here all the time together." Sugar set a row of Honey-mead shots on the counter for everyone to take. some had red, some blue markings on the glass. "Here you go. Taste this. Nothing too wild, courtesy of this gentleman." She winked.
Druss just made a solid point about volus being uptight about their money. Peaches wouldn't try and hustle one again any time soon. Just as Druss was turning to leave, a mountain of a krogan walzed in, pushing her over. "Out'a'ma way, shitball." he grunted. Red armour, recently scratched out Blood Pack emblem was still visible.
He looked at the stage, grunted and waltzed to the bar. The stool groaned under his weight. "Ryncol" he grunted. Sugar raised an eyebrow and produced a huge bottle for him. He took a swig and gave the Artacus and Augustus a once over, squinting.
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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 21, 2015 17:34:00 GMT
The turian nodded his head slowly at Sugars answer. "Of course, I didn't mean to assume you owned them all." Artacus said with a smile, stroking one of his mandibles in thought. "I might try that female turian I saw earlier.." He said in his head, glancing around at the stage before looking back to Sugar, who poured him a new drink. Artacus picked up one of the shots from the counter in front of him, which was probably a dextro one. "Thank you, Sugar Sweet." He replied with a wink back, tilting his head a tad and downing the shot.
Artacus tilted his head back to it's previous position, letting out a relaxed sigh. He set the shot glass down onto the table when the krogan in Blood Pack armor stumbled over. The turian caught a glance of the overgrown lizard staring at him, so he glared back at him before he looked back to Sugar. "These are really good shots, my compliments to the chef. Well.. you know what I mean." He said with a smile, chuckling a bit.
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Mar 21, 2015 18:16:21 GMT
Druss falls to the floor as the krogan shoves past her, seeing a red blur walk past. Getting to her feet a few seconds later, she'd waddle over to the krogan, both angry and totally unaware of just how stupid what she was about to say was. "*hssk* Hey, you, fish face. In the red gear. *hssk* Apologize ya fuck." Druss's mind would kick in a few seconds later, thinking only one thing. 'Bad plan! BAD PLAN!' Realizing it was too late to back down, she'd try her hardest to look tough, not something that a volus can do very effectively though. So much for trying not to get stabbed tonight.
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Omega barwoman
Traveller
[TI1]
Race: human
Occupation: Club owner / barwoman
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Post by Omega barwoman on Mar 22, 2015 15:17:04 GMT
Sugar laughed how Artacus was using her full name all the time. "Sure."
She hadn't seen the entry scene, she raised an eyebrow in surprise when the volus 'attacked' the krogan. "Dafaq..." he was looking down at Druss, grunting as he would have at an annoying fly. "Get lost shitball, before I squish your suit open." He turned to the bar again and took a huge swig of his ryncol. Sugar and Wil were exchanging a secret nod.
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Druss Jorkakt
Explorer
Name: Druss Jorkakt
Race: Volus
Occupation: Security guard - Cision Motors
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Post by Druss Jorkakt on Mar 22, 2015 16:45:23 GMT
Almost right after the krogan gave his response, Druss would sieze the opportunity and start backing away. Not wanting to take the krogan on whlie unarmed, her oh so not-smart brain would make another comment to the krogan as she backed away "*hssk* Heh, you just pissed cause you weren't good enough for some drugged up mercs?". She'd hope she was close enough to an exit, if the krogan got violent, and that he'd take a second to figure the insult out. More importantly, she hoped she could outrun him long enough to get to some transport. 'Shoulda gone to afterlife . . . shit.'
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