It’s funny how the thumping rhythm of the bassline to a screaming techno song had become something of a lullaby to Jindari.  Reminds her just how long she's been on Omega. The young asari gently pushes a writhing couple aside while making her way towards  where her contact is supposed to be.  The nubile cyan colored asari moves through the crowd like a phantom. She’s seen, but no one really pays her any mind…and that’s just fine with her.<br/><br/>The bass rocks through out her brain as she pushes past couple after couple, her entire body swaying and moving  with beat, meandering through the crowd in time with the music.  She scans the crowd, her face markings masquerading as eyebrows rise as she scans the club.  She was told her contact was a human, a young one, but shit, even at 120 years old , all humans looked young to Jindari.  She furrows her brow ridge, her heart beat quickening.<i>’Where the fuck is this asshole..’</i>she swears to herself, scanning the room.  She twitches a bit , the Hallex finally kicking in…and just in time too.<br/><br/>The room starts to boom, bright and loud, colors are more vivid, the sounds cascade, rushing up and pounding in her ears before receding into the background noise of people grinding against other people.  The colors and sounds are so fucking vivid she can almost taste it….almost.   She fucking loves it. Hallex was a hell of a drug.  But this wasn’t the time to indulge the rather sizable buzz she had going..no . Human male….find..get credits ..make deal.  She scans the room again, everything seeming slower suddenly as she moves her head back and forth, Jindari grins. Her casual devils grin curling into a swirl as she spots her mark- finally.<br/><br/>Young. Male. Human. With a scar on his left cheek, short black hair and a goatee. That had to be him. She says her hips from side to side as she approaches the human, hoping she’s right in her assumption.  The asari merc slips next to the human as she speaks in a low, sultry tone. “Don’t look at me.” She insists. The human doesn’t turn to acknowledge her….this must be her man…anyone else would certainly look at her once given such a request. The human shifts but says nothing.<br/><br/>“What dock?”  Jindari asks looking forward.<br/><br/>The human responds , still not looking at her. “Dock 4D. Bay 74, should be six crates. “<br/><br/>Jindari nods. “And the credits?”<br/><br/>The human crosses his arms playing with his omnitool and dialing in a few commands.  “Half up front..half on delivery.”<br/><br/>Jindari nods as her omnitool flashes. The flashing light causes her to grin, because instead of  the simple glow, the colors start to twirl and swirl in to the black light of the club, cascading into the air as if its smoke. “Pleasure doing business with you. “ she nods her head up and down, causing the ‘smoke’ to swirl in other directions .  She smiles at the display before finishing, “Don’t even think of fucking me over human…You withhold my payment from me, and I –will- be back for you. “ She turns to eye the human up with a devilish glare. “Now walk the fuck away.” She pushes herself off the table and heads to the bar.<br/><br/>“Thank fuck works is finally over…” she whispers relieved to be done with her fifteen minutes of labor,    while pushing her way through the crowd in the most inconspicuous way possible.  Slowly pushing people from side to side she stops at the bar , and leans against it.  Her lithe and lanky young body is near perfect, the girl could easily be mistaken for a dancer if not for her posture and clothing.   She is forgoing her normal armor tonight for a thin white camisole that clings to her body in –all – the right ways.  The light of the clubs and the heat of the place making her blue skin visible under the garment showing off her form, making her stand out just enough while she is clad in the simple garb.  Her pants are equally simple, being nothing more than black military style combat pants.<br/><br/>She notices the other asari three people down from her.…takes note of the bangles and necklace she is wearing. Woman was rich..powerful likely. Carried an air of confidence …    Jindari bites her bottom lip and takes in the other asari. Something about her from the moment she lays eyes on the woman draws her to her like a moth to a flame…maybe it was her posture. Maybe it was her no nonsense garb.  Something about the asari grabs her attention.   She pushes her self past a few other patrons, raises a finger and orders a Ryncol, and crosses her arms, seemingly not giving the other woman much of her attention. She stares at her from her peripherals, downing the shot  in a single gulp.   She closes her eyes, the colors of the bar becoming far too distracting in her intoxicated state to pay attention to trivial things like sounds  of people talking.  She attempts to listen to the asari speak to the bartender without much luck…something about a bondmate…<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>