Kala was relieved when they got away from the Batarian without having to join them in some drinks.  The Krogan she didn't mind at all.  But then beyond that she listened to what Taseer said about what they would need.<span style="color: sienna">“Shit indeed.  Oh well, I wasn't planning on relaxing yet today.“</span>She sighed.  Well, that was true,  She had not planned on really doing much relaxing, had no plans on going back to the ship while she would be alone with the Turian who wanted her dead, not going anywhere near the only really good club on this place, Afterlife.  So she was stuck here with Taseer on the non-relaxing job.<br/><br/>She listened a little while Taseer brought Mickey up to speed with what was going on with their little shopping trip.  When the conversation came back to her, Kala just shrugged a bit.<span style="color: sienna">“Just being back here on Omega is uncomfortable.  I can’t relax while here, especially without an omnitool.  I didn't exactly leave a few years ago on good terms.”</span>She paused, looking down and thinking if she should continue that.  Well, it may keep Taseer from trying to convince her to go party.<span style="color: sienna">“I left Omega with someone trying to kill me.  I am only alive because I just a bulkhead door in the assassin’s face.”</span><br/><br/>Kala was not exactly certain she should go into much detail, but she would leave the names out of this all.<span style="color: sienna">“I wouldn't have left the ship but you made a very good point.  I would be there alone with Falkris, who currently wants to kill me.  The people I ran from have probably forgotten about me.  I’ll get a couple drinks and party when we get the ship up and running and are out of here.  Maybe on the next berth we get.  So can we get moving so we can fix the ship and get off this rusting station?”</span><br/><br/>…..<br/><br/>Darion couldn't resist the grin that came to his face when the dancer started to climb down off the table and into his lap.   His eyes never leaving her form as her hips swayed with the music.  As She got lower though his eyes began to move up along her form, over her curves and the blue skin that the outfit hid little of.  Until she was eye to eye with him.  With her there, Darion moved his hands from where they were, and over to his dancer’s legs. Slowly he ran his hands up her legs, letting a finger run over where the material of her cloths met skin.  His hands stopped their ascent on her hips.<br/><br/>He especially stopped when he felt her arms drape around him and her breasts so close to his face, so much blue flesh filling his eyes.  He couldn't help but tip her some creds with that sight.  Though didn't stop him from Hearing Sorv reply though to the question, as he was doing his best to come up with a good reply.  A light laugh escaped him.<span style="color: seagreen">“Not much of a secret around you apparently with a little alcohol and beautiful women, Sorv.  It was more like for doing what we do best, saving beautiful women.”</span><br/><br/>Darion just grinned a little at the extra nice comment.<span style="color: seagreen">“Hopefully not too nice.”</span>He replied with a grin.<br/><br/>When they mentioned private booths Darion reached over for his drink and finished the rest.  That before relaxing back in his chair, his hands on his dancer’s hips as she swayed and moved to the music.  If she found herself forward enough on his hips, it was obvious they girls were having a good effect on him.<span style="color: seagreen">“mmm, yeah, very reasonable.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>