"Whatever she's having," Vay said with a little nod towards the fleck-skinned woman, pulling up a stool and grabbing a seat beside the other alien. She'd been right -- there were other low Nauelli here -- but she wanted to learn the texture of this place first. Any scum worth being scraped off the surface of a pond knew that the best way to do that was to talk to the bartender first.<br/><br/>"The Nebula? I hope you're in the mood for a stiff one, blue," the bartender said with a nod, squirting a few different shots of burbling liquid into a tall glass and setting it in front of Vay, his eyes briefly glassing over as he watched the mixture coalesce. "It's strong stuff."<br/><br/>"Sweetheart, don't even start about 'stiff ones' unless you think you can deliver." Vay sighed, stretching her back out a little and untucking the dark, flat tail of her longcoat from beneath her butt, letting it drape behind her. She leaned forward, both bare arms on the bartop in an invasively relaxed posture that also served to show off the long, sweeping black tattoos that scrolled up and down along them, all the way onto her hands. Markers of what was now her old life. A tattoo for each gang she'd joined and subsequently been kicked out of for being "too incompetent" or "too annoying" or "conspiring to betray everyone" or "fucking all of the leader's daughters at once." They'd take offense to fucking anything.<br/><br/>Sniffing first, wincing, then pounding back a swig of the pale, murky liquid, Vay let out a hiss of conflicted approval. She nodded, briefly, to the Shûn woman beside her, more an act of politeness than anything before turning back to the bartender with the one question that'd been on her mind since she got the boot from the entire Au system. "So, uh... you wouldn't happen to know about any work in town, would ya?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>