Taseer responded with a casual dismissal.<span style="color: navy">"Come on, people staring at you is the point. Don't get paranoid on me!"</span>The human did not look at Milenya again, keeping is eyes on the tab he was holding.<br/><br/>When they reached the club, only ten of the crew were still with the main group. The exterior facade was flashy, putting on a show with dark backdrops and bright lights. Even outside, the thundering bass line was audible within.  It was busy enough outside the club, more than a few people were on their way in, or stumbling their way out drunk and sweaty, and more than a few had a fair amount of florescent paint on them.<br/><br/>The club was more of a rave on this particular night, a wide open dance floor, deep dark punctuated by bright laser lights. The bar in the back ran in a semi circle, its rows of alcohol back lit and plentiful. It was two stories, the stairs to the second level running in a circle near the bar along the back wall and up. The second floor looked down onto the dance floor, but was filled with small tables and seating marked by sharp accents and key lights. Leading off from the second floor was a series of VIP rooms.<br/><br/>The club was absolutely packed, a point of surprise as the bouncers were making no effort to keep anyone from getting in. Getting from one side of the room to the other without making physical contact was virtually impossible. The Acheron had apparently picked a special night, as at the head of the dance floor on the DJ stage were two famed beat artists, the Krogan brothers the were famed as "Thresh /R\ Maw." Watching the two was as entertaining as the dance floor. The omni-decks were rimmed with projectors, holographic bars followed the rhythm while each of the Krogans was adorned in lights and their famous outfits which lit in time with the music - and the two knew their craft, pumping and hyping the crowd while the music ran. Their music famous, as it was, being remixed for the live dance crowd drew plenty of cheers and singing as they hit famous rhythms between the rework riffs and beats. It was the kind of music that punch right through you, heavy, demanding to be moved to.<br/><br/>On the edges of the dance floor were body painters, giving anyone a luminescent paint makeover that wanted one. Though all were presently occupied, it wouldn't take long - despite some of the complex patterns they were offering.<br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"Oh fuck yeah!"</span>Taseer yelled as she entered, already nodding her head to the rhythm of the music and movement of the crowd.<br/><br/>She spotted the body painting and got even more excited, grabbing Kala arm and talking loudly into her ear so that she could hear her,<span style="color: navy">"Hey! Grab us a round! I'll be there in a sec!"</span>She looked at the rest of the crew point at Kala and yelling,<span style="color: navy">Drinks are on her tonight!</span>Before cheering, her glee shared by the rest of the crew.<br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"Hey!"</span>she turned her attention to Milenya,<span style="color: navy">"Come on! Get painted with me!"</span>Nodding at her enthusiastically, and heading for toward the painters with or without Milenya.<br/><br/><br/>***<br/><br/><br/>Hulyia watched him with the sort of infectious smile that demands spirits be raised around it. She leaned her head on her hand as she listened. Her brow raising  with a coy, amused sparkle in her eye as Darion mentioned nudity. When he mentioned soldiers getting into trouble, she took a sip from her drink and slid even closer to her, her arm along the back of the seat so that her fingers brushed against the back of his neck.<span style="color: purple">"I have no idea,"</span>she leaned toward him eager to for whatever tantalizing tidbits Darion offered.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>