'Karr's' was a shitty little bar near the docks on Cartegena Station. It consisted of little more than the actual, physical bar, the stools in front of it, and a small handful of tables with mismatched chairs. A row of TVs displayed sports and local news for a disinterested clientele. This clientele consisted primarily of batarians, most of whom seemed to be dock workers or criminals of varying occupations, with a few other races scattered about. Aside from the droning of the TV, the room was mostly silent. This was a place where most people went to escape their troubles before returning to a shitty job or a shitty home, not to socialize. That made the aggravated groan from the only asari present all the more grating.

"Ugh! You win again!" Saseen exclaimed, rubbing her eyes. She took another brightly colored shot from the row of glasses in front of her. The bartender seemed utterly exasperated by this point.

"For the last time, I'm not playing your childish game," He growled, reaching under the bar for a glass. She'd been in there every day for the last two weeks, and it always came to this before his shift was up.

"Borok, my friend, you're damn near unbeatable," she continued, as if he had never spoken to begin with. The bartender groaned, and Saseen took another drink. "Y'know, Winning a staring contest against a batarian is pretty high up there on my list of things to do before I die." He did, in fact, know this. She'd shared that little factoid every time she declared a round of the ridiculous game, inevitably, lost. 

A few moments of silence passed, and the overworked Borok hoped against hope that it would last. If there was a type of drinker he hated, it was a talkative one, and this one was dancing on his very last nerve. "I've been thinking, and I've decided that the 'disinterested prick' bartender stereotype doesn't fit you at all. You should really try being one of those helpful, friendly ones who dispense words of wisdom and shit. I think you'd be a lot happier," She informed him. At his glare, she added, "Oh, don't look at me like that. I'd betcha anything that you're gonna miss me after today." Though he hadn't cared enough to comment on her noticeably improved demeanor that day, this was a statement that [i]did[/i] spike his interest. To miss someone generally required them being gone; even this chattering asari had to understand that.

"Why is that?" He prodded.

"Aha! See, I can tell already how you're dreading seeing me go! Well, don't worry, friend. See, I've got a meeting about a potential job later today. But if that doesn't work out, I'll be right back on this stool by this evening." She emphasized the statement with another drink.

"How much later?" Borok asked, trying not to look overly eager. Saseen looked over at one of the screens playing a news channel. Her eyes narrowed as they fixed first on the Siame Industries logo behind the news anchor. They searched for a second before settling on the bottom corner where the time was displayed.

"Shit! Dammit, I gotta go! It's been fun!" The asari slid down off of the bar stool, gave her 'friend' a half salute as a farewell, and ran off. Borok almost protested that she'd yet to pay, but he would've kept his mouth shut even if he hadn't remembered that they had her credit chit on file and could still charge her for the drinks. Funny that he now found himself hoping that her meeting would go well, if only because it would mean that he wouldn't have to see her again for a while.

Saseen's chosen haunt was only a few minutes away from the Cartegena Inn. She'd scoped the place out as soon as she decided to attend the meeting in the first place. Her scope wasn't too thorough -she wasn't enough of a planner to care about looking for back exits and the like- but she'd at least wanted to make sure that the place actually existed, and that she had a good idea of where it was. The crowd wasn't quite thick enough that she had to push and shove her way to her destination. Still, though she didn't quite run through narrow streets, her hurry was pretty clear. Every time she was late for a scheduled appointment, she cursed herself and swore that it would never happen again. Unfortunately, it seemed that those vows were always forgotten by the next day. 

[i]Maybe when I'm a matriarch I'll be able to keep track of time,[/i] She thought as she arrived at the rather unremarkable building. She slipped in, exchanged a brief word with the receptionist, and headed towards the conference room. Given the large crowd she found inside, she guessed that she was probably the very last to survive. She looked towards the head of the table and gave an unapologetic grin before finding a seat between a nervous looking quarian and a human whose demeanor made her question whether it was him or the drell man and human woman at the front who was in charge of it all. 

The room was full up to the brim with well equipped, well armed criminals. A few stood out to her -across the table from herself was the second female drell she'd seen in her entire life- but she wasn't overly concerned with the lot of them. Sure, she'd scrounged up her armor from a local vendor, and her only weapon was the Phalanx pistol on her hip, but she still honestly believed that, if this were a trap, she'd be able to carve a way out. Hey, Saseen V'nalas was nothing if not confident to the point of foolhardiness. As it was, she leaned forward eagerly in her seat, ready for the meeting to begin.