<strong>Location:</strong>outside of the club<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>everyone<br/><hr/>A smile flowered on Vialiah’s mouth as she replied.<strong> “Looking forward to it, baby… Think you can keep up with a Zeltronian?”</strong>She did not wait for his reply, she now knew that she had the man well wrapped around her fingers. Instead she sent a short message to all of her crew members.<strong> “Deal is a go. Gather at the back entrance of the club, 2 AM sharp. Come ready for action.”</strong>With some time left to spare, the pink-skinned woman did not immediately return to the club. Instead she bought some indredibly strong bootleg off a street vendor, the kind of drink that would knock most races out cold after one drink. Thanks to her Zeltronian metabolism, she could indulge in food and drinks in amounts that would be borderline lethal to other species. She downed three glasses of the paint thinner before paying the vendor and heading to their rendez-vous point, feeling no more than a gentle buzz in her mind.