[center][h2][u]‘The Devil’s Playground’[/u] Part I[/h2][/center] Location: Afterlife Club After Dronos and Vellios had [i]persuaded[/i] Banna to hand over cheaper materials for the floating spare parts ship called the Borealis, the turian had shifted his attention to another contact. It was a slight pity that Groto hadn’t set up shop here, unlike what he was told originally, as Vellios enjoyed the slippery batarian’s company compared to the less cooperative volus. At least Groto knew to cooperate when things could mutually benefit both of them despite his unsavory reputation. Though Vellios wondered slightly over how Dronos and Groto might’ve managed to get along with the drell’s rather...hyperactive and extreme personality. Casting that thought aside, he focused on the individual he had managed to find. Omega-Enindo-Kelsai-Enol-Kiron-Salihim… or Salihim for short as Vellios insisted on calling him, merely to save the turian a massive headache in uttering the full name every time. It surprised him at how easy it was, namely following the soft whispers within the dark corners of the slums, to know where to find his friend. He accidently overheard the name and merely follow the breadcrumbs. With Serena still fuming at him and the latest credits for the mission being used for strictly the ship, he needed funds outside of their recent mission to support his own needs. With his task done earlier than expected, it was only a good idea he took this time to make a little side cash. Namely in repairing his armor (he had many skills but even he knew jury-rigging a patch job was dangerous), getting spending cash for Serena’s Barat, and possibly feed his addictions. The last thing he wanted was the crew to see the more nasty side of him. There was only one way to do that: through the underground pit fights. It was risky money and often he had to shed more than his fair share of blood, gain bruises a plenty and sport a few broken ribs but it was better than walking around in broken armor. If Serena had any idea where he was going, she would’ve killed him or wanted to come along. The latter he couldn’t allow due to the danger and while she had her droids, the human had her weaknesses. She could easily be used as a bargaining chip to force his hand into some unsavory, violent acts if he had to value her life over a complete stranger’s. Shaking that off, his eyes perked upon seeing the Afterlife sign. The letters were flashing their neon lights into his irises causing him to squint and pull up a talon hand, shading his eyes for a moment. An asari, either bored or interested in the new face, rose from her position near a banister then skirted his way. The movement was enough to draw his attention. Her figure was ideally appealing to him like it was to many races and her strides were confident enough that she knew it obviously. Soft, light blue tattoo patterns decorated her eyebrows and chin with dots and stripes giving her a tribal look. She was dressed in a tight fitting shirt, short over jacket of white with blue stripes and dark leather pants melting into some metal studded boots, a few thin chains dangling from the upper calf just short of the floor. Grey eyes glanced from the top of his crest down to his feet, admiring every inch for a moment. She stopped just within friendzone, hands on her wide hips, then spoke softly. “Aleera T'Unlon.” Aleera took another glance at Vellios, his figure paused when she approached him. His head cocked to the side with a cocky smile as he replied.[color=rosybrown] “My, you are a lovely one aren’t you? Vellios Malkrai. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. T’Unlon.”[/color] “And who says there’s no polite turians left within ‘the heart of evil’?” Aleera stated, using the Asari’s common name for Omega, then held out her hand. Vellios moved a step forward. His talons gently placed the humanoid hand to his closed mouth and touched it in a common turian gesture, one that mimicked a human’s kissing of the hand. Gently he released it and stepped back to his original position, his hands placed behind him. While it looked casual and relaxed, he was anything but letting his guard down. His hands were already firmly near a position where he could either pull out his gun or blade then sent it through the Asari’s heart with one quick motion. It wasn’t unlikely that she was also equally ready and armed. Most Omega citizens, especially confident Asari maidens, were well adapt to taking on single combatants in both single hand to hand and multiple groups thanks to their botics. It was likely why she wasn’t afraid to approach him after all. [color=rosybrown] “So, what brings a pretty little maiden like yourself to see a scarred turian like me just randomly?”[/color] Vellios asked, his eyes noting the other customers giving the pair a wider than usual berth and then quickly edge into the night club. He wasn’t liking where this scene was building up to, his talons twitching to speed along this conversation by force. “Salihim wasn’t wrong when he mentioned you were a bit rugged. He did, “ Aleera continued, leaning into Vellios’ space and braced his shoulders when she whispered softly into his ear, “however, forget to mention you were cute.” With those last words, she planted a light, flirting kiss upon Vellios’ cheek then retreated back. Vellios didn’t flinch though a smirk crossed his mandibles as they wiggled in clear encouragement. This caused the Asari much enjoyment, her own lips pulled up in a small, sexy smile. Her arms crossed over her front while she gestured with her head to the club. “Join me for a drink then I’ll take you right to your Salarian friend. Though it will have to be your treat.” Vellios could almost see her batting her pretty little eyelashes in a pleading way, hinting to the best way to get on her good side. His mind paused to consider his credit fundings. 500. It wasn’t much, especially for his medications and would only enough to pay for about a week’s worth if he wasn’t overstressed by his work, a fact he doubted very much wouldn’t be the case. This crew was harsh to deal with as it was. Inhaling then pushing himself into his reply, he gestured to the entrance. His feet moved while waiting for her eventual yes and easily took the lead, holding out his arm for her to take. [color=rosybrown] “What type of gentleman would I be if I didn’t pay for your drink? Shall we?”[/color] Eagerly, she wrapped her arms about the offered one then the two disappeared into the club.