Kala grumbled a bit when the bartender shot down her options of making this an easy drink run.<span style="color: sienna">“Fuck.”</span>She cursed out loud as soon as the bartender backed off and finished his current order with another person behind her.  She only moved enough to let the person get his or her drink before she filled the space again, then she made sure to get the bartender again.<br/><br/><span style="color: sienna">“Fine, no large order…”</span>she said out lout while thingking, ‘Fucker’.<span style="color: sienna">“…I’ll open a tab for 10 people all on me. Their names are…”</span>Then she gave the bartender the names of all the people with her.  Pretty sure she was getting them right as she was reading them off her omnitool.<span style="color: sienna">“… Taseer and Milenya.  And for mine, I’ll take a simple Whiskey Sour.”</span><br/><br/><br/>………………………..<br/><br/>Darion couldn’t take the grin off his face when he actually got a laugh from Hulyia at his story about his most idiotic friend.  That was good too, probsably the only story he knew.  Any others were basically missions.  And this was not a place for those stories.  Thoguh at the nod and her words Darion followed his partner’s eyes to where she was looking.  It looked like Ashana came out of her drug stupor and party enough to actually see him.<br/><br/>Lifting up his drink as a toast, Darion nodded back, though he just had a happy grin at his own company instead of her smirk.  After a moment he brought the drink back to his lips to sip before Hulyia took his attention again.<span style="color: green">“Kinda.  Not sure how much a friend she is, but she is a crew member and team mate for my current job.  That is close enough to be friends for a marine like me.  We are both mercs, and both very lucky in the last few jobs.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>