<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/10/87/c7/1087c735e908a9ac878fcc1a59df086a.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Telari "Tel" Veran (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15864758#msg15864758)<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Turian<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Mercenary<br/><strong>Date:</strong>December 23rd, 2174 CE<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>See picture<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Omega Nightclub<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Just chillin'<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Afterlife was where the fun was. If you wanted to have a good time, and maybe get a chance to meet the face of Omega, that was where to go. That was precisely why Tel found herself at Stygia this particular day. It wasn't that the turian had a problem with Aria, far from it. But every mercenary knew how to keep their ear to the ground, and Tel had heard that Aria was recruiting for a new job. As she held her drink (Non-alcoholic, for now. It was an unspoken rule at Stygia that before a certain time, "Don't give Telari Veran alcohol, or you're responsible if she gets carried away"), Tel reflected on why she was actively avoiding Aria's attention. It wasn't like Aria didn't know what kind of contracts Tel would or wouldn't take, and it wasn't like Aria didn't know what bars Tel frequented if she really wanted to track the turian down.<br/><br/>Something was just sitting wrong with Tel, and it wasn't the lack of alcohol. She wasn't much of a criminal, especially compared to the rest of Omega, but contracts were starting to get a little skimpy for her.<em>There are no innocents on Omega</em>, she'd been told, but Telari was going to continue remaining firm on that. If someone deserved to go down, she'd be happy to pull the trigger, but she was not going to take down anyone else. That hard line was spreading around, and too many less moral mercenaries were starting to take her contracts. She needed a job. "How many hours until I can actually drink?" she asked no one in particular, her contralto rasp too quiet to be heard by anyone other than herself. It wasn't like she didn't know the answer already. Several more hours if she continued sitting in the bar, or minutes if she went home. She didn't want to dip into her stash yet, though.<em>I have a tab here. They don't take tabs when it's your own bottle you empty and replace.</em>