Kala sighed, sounding a bit disappointed when Shira said no to the drink offer.  But then, it wasn’t like she had much of a reason to go with the group if she had something else to do.<span style="color: sienna">“Ok, next time then.”</span>Kala called back before focusing on making sure her hair was all brushed out.  Starting to rush a bit to get all the tangles out.  Of course, then Taseer made that challenge.  The last one off would buy the drinks.<span style="color: sienna">“You damn bitch.  I’m not even dressed yet!”</span>She yelled as people started to rush off.  That was another spark to make her rush.<br/><br/>Stopping in her brushing she let it all fall before hopping up from her bed to pull on her pants and boots as fast as possible.  She had to get moving.  Kala ran out of the living quarters with her jacked in her hand while pulling her hair through her shirt.  She squeezed into the second elevator as she was actually pulling the half jacket on.<br/><br/>The actual giddiness though, even though her grumpiness, was a bit infectious as she watched the others in the elevator, and on the main deck as they waited to get off the ship.  It was hard to hide the grin that snuck on her lips at the sight of the happy crew.  Even if she was hiding in the corner pulling her hair back tight to her head.  Pulling it into a single tail that she bound with a single black tie.  The only hair loose were some longer bangs that framed her face.<br/><br/>Kala didn’t join them until Taseer and Milenya were ready to leave.  Staying out of everyone’s way until the doors opened… and she was blasted by the heat of Illium.  Not that that stopper her much from looking in amazement at the bright city lights illuminating the sky.<span style="color: sienna">“Ok… I have to admit… this may be fun…”</span>she admitted to her small party that she was going with.  Taseer and Milenya.<br/><br/>Thoguh, the attempts to get some of the women… and especially how successful the attempts were, made her roll her eyes.  Everyone else seemed to scatter and go around to any bar they wanted to as soon as they actually got into the city.<br/><br/>Kala just followed Taseer to where the woman chose to go.<br/><br/>She was clueless to anyone actually watching them until she heard Milenya speak up to get her attention.  What she said actually sucked some of the fun of all the sights here out of her mind.  Immediately like the unprofessional person she was, Kala immediately began looking around.  But didn’t really see exactly who she was talking about.<span style="color: sienna">“Are you sure?  Because, I think that would ruin Taseer’s plans about getting me fucked up drunk.”</span><br/><br/>…………………………..<br/><br/>Actually gets a bit of a jealous look in his eyes when she mentions how much she earns.<span style="color: green">“Nice salary.  I only can hope to see any amount of money if I am very lucky.”</span>He said before wiping the jealousy off his face with a sip and a smile as he forgot about it completely.  Especially with that enticing stretch.<br/><br/>He grinned even more when he heard her ensure that his alcohol kept flowing.  Such a delicious order.<br/><br/>It was hard to Darion to not keep grinning at each word from his companion.  His eyes followed her every move as his sipped the drinks being provided.  Drinking in the beautiful Asari’s every move, and every enticing detail of her form.  And the way she moved with every word she spoke made sure he couldn’t take his eyes from her.  Not with that sensual tone, or that enticing smell.  But most of all, that hint of what her clothing hid.<span style="color: green">“You are just trouble aren’t you?  Trying to make me act against being a gentleman.”</span>He responded with a grin.<span style="color: green">“I want you to relax, the same as I am doing.  If that means taking your shoes off, or all of your clothes off, and lay against me, then that is your choice.” </span>Ok, so he was still a guy, and could dream.<br/><br/>Darion knew exactly what she meant by ‘other means’ especially when they glanced at Ashana’s table.<span style="color: green">“I am sure I can think of an interesting story or two.  But those other options are not my thing.  I’ve tried a lot of those at least once.  Has led to nothing but trouble, and dulls a soldier way too much.  I would much prefer trading stories over drinks.  I wander if you would have a clue the type of trouble drunk marines can get into.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>