At least it sounded like the place they would be going could be fun.  Shame Taseer didn’t give a name of the place that she could look up.  Kala just glanced at Milenya at her question…  She immediately blushed more at seeing the Asari’s eyes on her and her features.<span style="color: sienna">“Um… no, I’m good.  Just giving it a quick wash.  It would be faster if I do it alone, and avoid more tangles.”</span>She said, lathering up her hair with the soap she had put on it first.  Starting a little more carefully to make sure she got her entire length of hair.<br/><br/>When she heard Tasser’s warning though she actually reacted a little startled.<span style="color: sienna">“What?!  Shit!”</span>Immediately she actually started rushing. Immediately going under the water to wash as much of it out of her hair as possible.  As well as washing the soap from her body.  The rush just barely got her done before the others started to come into the showers.  Though her hair would probably need more work than she planned.  But she had the towel she had brought in with her around her middle when everyone else came in.  She was just leaving.<br/><br/>She made a b-line towards her bunk in the far back of the room and immediately reached into her footlocker and her duffel inside.  She pulled a second towel from where she had stored it and wrapped it around her still wet hair.  While the others came in and started their trouble, Kala slid her bottoms on while still wearing the towel before slipping out of the towel.  A pair of short shorts style underwear that covered her completely, a light grey.  Once that was on she turned her back to the others and slipped the matching sports bra style top over herself.<br/><br/>Once both were on the important bits were covered.  Now she could actually turn to the others as she pulled out a hair dryer.  Pulling it around to hang in front of her, she watched the lighthearted ribbing, jokes, and fun of the rest of the crew as they readied for a night out.  Immediately though, some of them made her blush.  The turian stipping naked was first to notice, the second was the asari pair.  Taseer was right, the crew of this ship really had no modesty at all.  Kala just closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she dried her hair.<br/><br/>Kala had no clothing to the caliber as most of the others.  At least not for clubbing.  She envied those that she saw with the skirts.  Wishing she looked that good in them.  Not what she had.  Then Taseer join them and started ribbing some of the others.<span style="color: sienna">“They probably would have.  But I don’t think there was much thinking behind them climbing in bed.”</span>She called back working quickly with her hair.  She loved these new driers.  Much faster than old ones, even from her mother’s time.<br/><br/>Soon, as Shira actually came in, Kala was putting the drier down and grabbing a brush.  That she started pulling through her hair that she had hanging over her shoulder.  Pulling out any knots that the shower had put into it.  There were more than she liked.<br/><br/>With everyone else, she laughed at the turian idiot getting himself elbowed.  Once it quieted down she actually called out to her.<span style="color: sienna">“I don’t know what kind of party Taseer is planning, but at least come with me, her and Mileyna.  At the very least I owe you a drink or a couple for the number of times you pulled my ass out of trouble.”</span>She wasn’t going to advertise that she was going to at least buy the first round for those that came with her thanks to Taseer.  The drinks she would buy Shira were separate from those.<br/><br/>While she waited for Shira’s rely, Kala leaned from her bed to her footlocker to pull out some cloths.  A pair of dark green cargo pants, a black, almost skin tight sleeveless tank top, and a brown half jacket that looked like it would only go down to the bottom of her ribs.  It was her best 'club' clothing.  Also pulling out a black hair tie that she would need once she was done brushing her hair.<br/><br/>…………………………………………………<br/><br/>A grin spread on Darion’s face as he watched his new Asari companion steal a glass to drink from a tray heading to the High Society group that had stolen his last companion.  He raised his glass to her toast, clinking his glass of Scotch against whatever the drink she stole was.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“Ouch, your job has to suck then.  It sounds like you have to stroke their egos for your job.  I’m glad my job is just to shoot thing usually.  I would hate to have to deal with pricks like that on a daily basis.”</span>He agreed a bit though couldn’t help but roll his eyes at how much she seemed to be going overboard.  Didn’t stop him from smiling.<span style="color: green">“Darion Syler.  And it’s a pleasure Hulyia.  Just keep the Scotch flowing and I will be a happy Marine.  Though, if I can at least have company from someone who doesn’t mind keeping a soldier some company.”</span>He might as well go along with her as he sipped at his scotch.  This glass almost empty.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>