<br/><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/Afterlife<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Just chillin'<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Unito, Jarv (both mentioned), Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Halfway through her non-alcoholic drink, Tel was already starting to regret her decision to avoid Afterlife just because she didn't want to risk dealing with Aria. It wasn't like Aria would be able to force her to take a contract, right? More importantly, having to avoid alcohol was almost completely counter to every one of Tel's instincts in a bar.<br/><br/>Quickly, she finished her drink, settled her tab, and walked out of Stygia. After only a few minutes, the turian made her way to Afterlife, although it took almost as long to get into the bar as it had taken to get to the bar thanks to security. For some reason, she always had trouble with bar security, even when the bar hadn't actually banned her yet.<br/><br/>Once inside Afterlife, Telari took a seat at the bar, signaling for a cheap turian ale. She wanted Serrice Ice Brandy, or at least a version of it that was dexto-friendly, but she was trying to save credits at the moment, not spend them. Looking around, she took a careful stock of those around her. The drell and batarian at the other end of the bar seemed to be in conversation, but she had no interest in eavesdropping. She was just here to drink and hope that no one tried to offer her a contract that she couldn't take.