<strong>Location:</strong>Underwold 66<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Solomon<br/><hr/>Vialiah was the furthest thing removed from naïve. So she didn’t even need her empathic abilities to figure out that the human and his fake smile weren’t telling her everything there was to know about the job. On the other hand, they sure could use the credits… And protecting the starlet would add a certain cachet to their outfit that might make it easier to find more glamorous jobs in the future as well. Her finger had returned to making rings on the edge of her glass, though this time it was not meant as a signal to her partners.<strong> “Very well darling… I think I could convince my crew members to take the job. If you can get us half the fee up front. I’m afraid that part is non-negotiable. If you’ve contacted us, you already know our word is solid.” </strong>She picked up her drink and downed it in one big gulp and gave the human a smile as she put the glass back down.<br/><br/>The Zeltron got up from her seat, moved past Solomon and then briefly stopped at his side. She put a hand on his shoulder and bent forward, whispering in his ear.<strong>“Maybe when the job’s done you and I can get together for a little bit of fun, what do you say?”</strong>She let her hand linger on his shoulder and gave the human a wink before leaving him by his lonesome and sashaying towards the exit of the club. She assumed the rest of the crew would see her departure and follow suit. They had more than one thing to discuss, after all.<br/>