"You hear this music? It's an asari group from Thessia. Their beats have a way of slithering into your ear and making your entire body want to just go crazy. Get a little alcohol in you and it's done, you're dancing like a maniac until you collapse into your neighbor's bed and then what happens from there... well, that's up to you." The Commander smirked, wrapping an arm loosely around Cole's bicep. "The downstairs bar has a seating area. We can drink, chat, and if you're exceptionally brave as your file implies, maybe I can get you on the dance floor."<br/><br/>Though she hung on the Lieutenant's arm, playing the part of an innocent young woman happy to be out on the town with an attractive man, it didn't take an incredibly perceptive eye to see she was the one leading their calculated waltz. The bar was a line of laughing, flirting, and eye-fucking. A collection of tightly wound soldiers and civilians, off-duty C-Sec officers and merchants, legal and not-so-legal all clumped together, pulsing as one and succumbing to the hot blooded energy, the smell of alcohol, sweat, and pheromones. The crowd seemed to part easily for her as she approached, a red sea of breathing creatures and loose limbs.<br/><br/>Down along the length of a bar was a turian and an asari, hands moving swiftly they pulled glasses, poured drinks, tossed bottles. Pull, pour, toss. Pull, pour, toss. Reese leaned over the bar, boisterous, aggressive, smiling wide as she waved to get the turian's attention. Recognition flashed across the turian's face, her mandible twitching as she waved back. She slid a glass filled with a bright blue liquid to a cackling lavender asari before approaching, holding out a hand.<br/><br/>"Amari, you beast. Last time I saw you you were knee-deep in geth parts. How are you?"<br/><br/>"Still alive, so doing pretty damn well. Nyssa, this is my new crewmate, Cole Vanes. Cole, Nyssa Asterian, best bartender on the Citadel. She'll get you rightfully fucked up, if you're into that kinda thing."<br/><br/>"Cole, eh?" Nyssa repeated, tilting her head as she examined him. The low lights of the club made the geometric red lines on her face a deep scarlet, the color of deoxygenated blood. She studied him a long moment before bending down, disappearing below the bar for a moment and coming up with a purple liquid. Pouring it into a glass, she slid it over to Cole. "For the new kid. My treat."<br/><br/>She dipped once more, this time popping up with an amber liquid for Reese. "You be nice to him, Reese. He's awfully cute."<br/><br/>"I know, I know," Reese replied, chuckling. "Get back to work."<br/><br/>Reese settled on a stool, pulling Cole down next to her. "Drink," she commanded, holding up her glass. "The first of many."