Ahja’nai was one of the strangest creatures that Paskar had come across in his life, but at the same time, they were perhaps the most straightforward to deal with. Logic dictated their actions, and as such, it made for the simplest of conversations. The crimson scaled Valgaari dropped his questioning tone and instead focused on what he saw as a likely outcome of the future event. "I have a feeling that the anniversary will hit the numbers you want and more"<br/><br/>Paskar provided Ahja’nai with a nod that developed into a respectful half-bow, satisfied with Ahja’nai's response. "Appreciate the gesture, boss. I'll be sure to keep things running smoothly out there. If you'll excuse me." With that, Paskar turned to leave the remaining employees with the Corig while making his way back to the ground level of the club to begin his rounds.<br/><br/>At eight and a half feet of broad-shouldered alien muscle, Paskar possessed no easy way to gently negotiate a path through the crowds within Radius. Thankfully, the benefit of his stature meant that people naturally parted a path for the Valgaari. Obsidian pools scanned the expanse club, from the main dance floor to the central bar and all of the dancer podiums in between.<br/><br/>Nothing out of the ordinary stood out at first glance, so Paskar would make his way over to the bar counter where several patrons were seated. Inbetween a set of vacant stools, the Valgarri bouncer gazed down at Saersha’'s glowing features, and though he didn't need to vocalize his presence, he did so anyway.<br/><br/>"Are we having a pleasant evening?" Paskar's deep bass-filled voice would cut through the electronic pounding of the music pulsing within Radius. While he wore no name tag and dressed in a manner not dissimilar from others in the room with a well-tailored suit, the bouncer nonetheless exuded an aura of authority earned from his years of employment and his own racial characteristics. In the corner of his vision, Paskar kept tabs on Red and the guest she was servicing. Technically, it wasn't his job to supervise the floor on a personal basis, but it was on the list of his many duties to ensure that individuals were having a good time, just not too good of a time, or at the expense of others. There was money to be made by taking things to the private chambers, and money to be lost by people causing a scene.<br/><br/>"Are we waiting for someone, or just taking in the atmosphere? I get it, Radius is quite the place." Paskar rested a pair of thick hands on the countertop, crossing his other set of arms in his typical fashion. His race was difficult to read with their lack of defining facial features that many humanoids possessed, so instead, he relied on his vocal inflection and tone to supplement what was intended as a greeting and helpful outreach,<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="634" data-username="@Villains" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/634/">@Villains</a><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="4695" data-username="@MonsterMistress" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4695/">@MonsterMistress</a>