[Periwinkle Paradise, Omega] Drop in For a Drink

It was another Hot, stinky night on Omega station, just as safe and homey as ever. Isadore was perched on a pile of unconcience Vorcha, smoking a cigarette and thinking what he should do with himself fo the rest of the night. It dawned on him that he was only a few blocks away from Sugar's bar, The Periwinkle Paradise.

Ah hell, why not? The krogan thought, putting his cigarette out on a Vorcha and standing. Isadore headed off at a leisurely pace, nodding to the people he knew and making his way towards the Oasis of alcohol in this his desert of sobriety.

Styia soon walked into the Periwinkle Paradise the turian dressed like some futuristic space biker. It had been a long few weeks. Full of headaches, failures, and other assorted pains in the carapace.

A drink and some fun would be nice.

So she sat down at the front counter and waited to be served.

Early night, regulars night, bar is calm, stage is bright....

Sugar was humming a tune as she arranged a couple of gaily colored bottles on the shelf behind her. Indeed, a handful of regulars were already sitting near the stage, Peach and Dove were keeping them entertained while the DJ was still trying to find the particular beat of this night. Diamond waved her a hello as she strolled over to the customers, obviously trying her luck in selling a lapdance.

Suger was checking ice and glasses, when a fucking bombshell of a turian entered the club. Turian women probably were the least common patrons at the PP, sugar thought, while Dove on the other hand currently was the top earner on stage. The turian, who looked as if she had fallen right out of one of those brutal hoverbike gang vids headed straight for the bar and Sugar put on her winningest smile.

"G'day, what's it gonna be tonight?"

If his sobriety hadn't made up his mind, the Turian he had just seen walk in definatly warrented a drink or two. Isadore Waltzed into the Paradise, Confidence pouring off him like a waterfall. He headed for his usual spot when he noticed, the Turian from earlier had already taken it. He grumbled a moment then let a smile retake his face as he sat in the seat next to his usual.

Hey Sugar, have the usual on the rocks?

The place wasn't too bad actually. The lighting and noises of the place hadn't triggered one of her migraines at least and that was good. No salarians celebrating Latacunga at least.

Though that probably wouldn't last so best to hurry it up.

Focusing her attention on the bartender and 'smiled', it wasn't a sincere smile. But it could look sincere if she tried hard enough. That was the important part. You could mimic all sorts of things if you tried.

"Hello", she said, her voice the epitome of polite. "I believe you told me on a certain messageboard that if I dropped the word 'CDN' that you would mix me a special drink"

When the krogan sat down she shifted, the facade dropping momentarily as she scowled. But it was gone as quick as it appeared.

For a moment the turian had Sugar puzzled then her eyes widened (although currently the woman across the counter was only able to see one since the other was covered by lock of hair).
"Oh, you're that person from the forums! sure, sure, let me get something special for you!" She had not thought about what to serve should she whose name had escaped Sugar actually turn up but her mind produced a fitting cocktail in an instant.

Sugar thought of herself as someone who could associate any face with a fitting drink. This one had Hostile Takeover written all over and she just had started to build one when Isadore came in.

Sugar snapped out of a haze when he greeted her.
"Hey, you! Sure thing, coming right up after this."

She placed the glass in front of Stygian. Blue and orange fluids and a certain very dark liqueur, mixing with the rest in picturesque clouds in a long glass.
"One Hostile Takeover, for the lady!"

Then she took two gray latex gloves from below the bar and picked a container from a drawer, covered all over in warning notes. She carefully began to assemble Isadore's usual. Nothing complicated just hazardous to handle. And she liked to make a show of it and so she eventually served a glowing glass where some fog was emerging from.

Kim was preparing beer and champaign for the customers near the stage so Sugar could keep to her end of the bar.

Isadore Gave Sugar a wide, genuine smile, She was, truly, his favorite human on Omega. He watched her nimble hands, weighted down by protective gear, mixing his usual, a simple Klixxon blood on the rocks, but it had ryncol and the terran equivalent of ammonia in it(just for that extra little kick). He looked at the Turian in his spot and saw something that worried him, something he had seen many times and done even more himself, a false smile. Hers was good, but he had been doing it since before her great grandad was still suckling his mom. Unsure her position, Isadore let a trickle of biotic power creep over him, covering his clashing white armor and blue scales. Her body language was tense, and her mandibles were set in what appeared to be determination. The krogan squeezed off the trickle of power and let his barrier drop, but his eye stayed fixed on her, if not to watch for hostility, then just to watch.

Thanks sugar, your the best. Say, hows it comin with the new dancer you were trying to sign?

Styia looked at the drink and chuckled. "A hostile takeover? That's a nice name", she took a small sip and looked (or pretended to be) genuinely satisfied by the taste. "Its good! I can see why they speak so highly of this place", she glanced at the krogan again out of the corner of her eye. "I trust you don't have many problems with your customers?"

"Nope, no problems." She nodded towards the huge bouncer krogan leaning in a darker corner of the dancing area, overseeing all the lapdance business. "If someone acts up, that's what these are here for. But this is a club and not the deathmatch arena, everyone kinda respects that, even on Omega. No clubs - no strippers - no cocktails. And nobody would want that, right?" She grinned and sorted a few glasses, preparing ice and lemons while replying to Isadore.

"That quarian I am looking for? Yeah, let's just say something is cooking. that would so take off you know? Nobody is able to get a quarian! there used to be more on Omega but now only a few are left, I need a a real attraction!" It was clear there was more going on than she was telling. "The logistics with a quarian is kind of complicated though. Also depends on what they offer in terms of dancing.... yeah, yeah, stuff is cooking." she grinned to herself while finishing two drinks which would be picked up by a server.

"So what's up with you, you're new here, right?" She asked towards that stunning looking turian. "It's great when the word of mouth travels and we sure aim to please."

Isadore took a sip of the murky red drink before him and turned his head just slightly so his one eye could look attractive Turian over. For a moment it just watched her, looking at her eyeballs are want to do.

She's right, you are new aroun' these parts. Names Isadore, do believe we spoke briefly on the extranet?

Styia didn't really care to give too many details to the krogan. "My name is Nirana." she lied. "I just have business to attend to here on Omega"

"What about you?"

The big, green eye just stared, through her, into her very soul.

You're a terrible liar. Omega has been a home away from home for... a long time. Im just in visiting old friends. He tipped his head to Sugar and took another drink of his homemade oxidizing agent.

Sugar, checked the polished glas with one eye against the light. She was looking at Styia through the glas.
"Yep"
Perfect.

Diamond passed by, coming back from the VIP area to pick up a bottle of some sparkling thing herself.

"Yeah, and while he is always the generous tipper he never buys dances, sad, sad." She pouted playfully and ruffled his scales before she hustled off with with swinging motions and a wave to some customer.

The short battlemaster leaned back in his seat a bit and watchd the dancer go, a fond eye on her. He chuckled and took another swig of his rapidly vanishing drink.

So Im curious, why are you here?

Styia glared at Isadore before quickly speaking. "I came to Omega because everyone has to start somewhere and there is no shortage of people on this station that need someone to do their own dirty work or catch someone trying to back out of their debts."

She snorted before looking back at Sugar. "Did you come here for a reason too, miss?"

“Who me?” sugar asked puzzled. “I own this place, so I come here like almost every day.” She said and started to laugh…. Then suddenly looked at the turian in surprise and stopped wiping the counter.

“Oh, you mean like that. Yeah, isn’t Omega kind of a cool place? A ton of possibilities and all kinds of people from everywhere. Everyone is like, passing through, you know? Everyone is on their way to somewhere else. But some of us have to keep this cosmic transit station going and truth be told, I can build a few cocktails here regularly that would be totally illegal in C-Space!” She nodded towards what Isadore was having.

That was not all there was to it but she was cautious about her past. Maybe a story to tell Mex someday but sure nothing for an over the counter conversation.

She tried to see through Styia which seemed impossible. What exactly brought this woman into her club? She had shown no interest in the dancers so far.

“So, are you meeting with some client here?”

Isadore's big eye stared through the woman beside him, examining what she was as sthough under a microscope. Skilled as he was, there was something to this one that he couldnt crack. He took another sip of his drink and and relished the heavy taste of the klixxen fruit juice that made the drink so illegal in C-space.