The Tech pit, a rather fun bar to visit on most nights.  The loud beat of techno always seemed to be the most popular music played in a lot of clubs in the city.  Good thing Sienna actually enjoyed that style of music, as this club was one of the more commonly visited places after a job.  Decent music, really good drinks, and some half way decent looking men and women that she could take back to her apartment every now and then.  Perfect place to relax after a run, or a day of work.<br/><br/>Too bad recently it hadn’t been for relaxing after a run.  She hadn’t found much in the way of that form of work at all to supplement her already meager income.  Much to her bad luck.  Her day job had only been getting her enough to pay for her apartment, living expensed, and maybe a weekly trip to a bar.  But nowhere near enough to pay of her debt to the damn fixer Cleo that had paid for all her equipment, cyber gear, and the fake licenses for her pistols.  She owed that woman so much money with everything she had needed.<br/><br/>That woman was also was the reason she was always careful when Sienna visited this place.  She had learned a few months ago that Cleo actually used this club to meet runners, and she had made a point to avoid the part of the room when she noticed someone sitting around that booth.    Not like she would have been able to actually pay any part of her debt yet.<br/><br/>At least she had tried avoiding all that until tonight.  Sienna had received a call from the Fixer, offering a job instead of sending a hit against her for not paying her large debt.  That itself had been a surprise as it had been a few months since she had actually paid off a bit of the loan.  So how could she refuse?  Sienna had a sinking fear that if she had, the the fixer would have arranged for Sienna to disappear for a while until she ‘worked’ off her debt.<br/><br/>So here she was, sitting at the bar of The Tech Pit, enjoying a green glowing alcoholic beverage.  It sounds worse that it was.  The drink was actually quite good as long as you got past the stigma of the color and the glow.  It was all mostly for aesthetics in the drink.  As she sipped at it she watched the booth that the fixer usually used, and the elf woman who had taken a seat at the booth before Sienna had gotten here.  Probably another runner that had been called in by the Fixer.  So it was probably going to be a mission that actually may help Sienna and her debt.<br/><br/>Thus why Sienna had not worn her ‘club wear’ tonight.  No, tonight she had worn her armored skin suit under her normal run cloths.  This included some cargo jeans, dark khaki in color.  A dark red tanktop cut around her middle so that it would expose her stomach if she wasn’t wearing her skinsuit.  It made the skinsuit look like a black undershirt.  This was under her dark brown armored leather jacket that hung down to just below her hips.  Around her torso she had her holsters so that her pistols were hidden under her leather jacket.  At the very bottom of her gear were black combat boots that the pants hung over.<br/><br/>It was the style of her outfit for runs.<br/><br/>Watching the booth for a moment, Sienna got up the courage to not run.  Taking the rest of her drink with her as she walked towards the booth to join the elf that was already there.  In the club she had kept most of her contact lens’s cyberwear additions turned off.  The flashing lights were hell on the low light setting of her lenses, and her eyes.  So she only had her basic eyesight to study the blonde elf for the moment it took her to walk to the booth and enter.<span style="color: sienna">“Hi… I guess I wasn’t the only one that the Fixer called for whatever she wants?”</span>She said in a bit of a greeting before taking a seat across from the blonde elf, and sipping her drink.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>