Paskar certainly hadn't intended to startle her with his momentary irate facade, but he saw her stiffen immediately in instinctive terror at the idea of being on the large reptile's bad side.<br/><br/>Lesson learned<br/><br/>"My kind long for a death worth putting to the stone..." Paskar paused after his initial explanation to rub at his wide chin with two of his four thick digits. Although he was hardly fit for the educator sect, Paskar would elaborate as best he could of his culture to Saersha. "For us," he began, giving his chest a hearty thump with a closed fist. "We have few natural enemies and can live for hundreds of years. The last action of one's life, their death, is something that should be deserving to be committed to the records so as to be told of and passed down for the next generations." He wasn't sure this would help any, as each race held their own beliefs, and those only occasionally overlapped, but she was right in understanding that he'd made the correct choice by surviving on.<br/><br/>That said, despite Paskar having left Brach'tier, his upbringing was still ingrained within him. He desired that his tale be spoken as much as any other Valgaari, but he would go about his own way of doing it. "I'm the author of my own story now, and being fairly young by my people's standards, I have a lot of pages left to fill." Approaching nearly one hundred years, hardly a milestone by his kind, Paskar knew he had more than enough time to spread his name across the stars, and it all started here.<br/><br/>Seeing a shift in her attitude, Paskar lightly rapped his fingers atop the counter in an attempt to snap her out of a negative spiral. "There's no changing the past, and the future is never certain. We both made our choices in leaving our homes, best to focus on the present, and make the most of it." It was the best pep talk he could provide, and thankfully, it seemed like the last one needed at the moment as she opened up to the idea of drinks to pass the time.<br/><br/>The mere idea of Paskar being the bartender even for a moment brought another body shaking laugh from the Valgaari. "You can see my hands, if I tried to mix a drink it'd be a hell of a mess." It was pleasant to converse with someone in a manner that wasn't directly related to his duties as security, it kept him in high spirits despite the stress that was sure to come. "Of course, I can share a drink with you. My body's metabolism will break down the alcohol too quickly for it to impair me." In that, he caught two familiar faces finally making their rounds within the main room, auspicious timing for Saersha, as after a drink, the boss would likely be ready to receive her request.<br/><br/>"Save your credits, this place will eat them up if you're not careful. It's my treat for tonight."<br/><br/>Rill had taken their place behind the bar counter along with Red, so Paskar took the liberty of ordering for Saersha as well as himself. He knew the menu, after all, and could pick out something that wouldn't leave her too impaired before meeting Ahja’nai. "A Vapor Highrise for the miss and if you have a stein fit for larger guests give me bartenders choice of what's on tap." The Valgaari had spoken in a general direction towards both bartenders currently working the counter, making eye contact just long enough with each to acknowledge them. Rill was presently serving the two newcomers, whom Paskar only had to look over briefly to know that they'd be a handful, hopefully, they brought none of their trouble along with them. Red on the other hand was recovering from her prior encounter, putting on a rather eye-catching display. He knew the game, sexual tension loosened people's cred sticks faster than blackmail around these parts, but Paskar would tip her well regardless of the show, the bouncer understood how tight things were for many of the employees.<br/><br/>The latest pair to enter the fray caught Paskar's attention immediately, his gaze following them across the room and settling on them as they took up position at an empty booth. The reptilian was a massive thing like himself, a head taller even, and though he had four arms, he lacked the tendrils. He also wasn't hefting a massive cannon, not that it was against club policy to be packing heat. If one drew their guns unprovoked, however, the hidden auto-turrets would make short work of any armed hostilities. The lady had some cyber, obviously, and strut about her that screamed that she was the one in charge.<br/><br/>Well, here's to everyone participating in at least somewhat legal activities that wouldn't require his direct intervention; it would make his job all the easier.<br/><br/>[[ Sorry that took so long, been working some crazy hours. 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