Neil was just getting to the part where they evading the Terran missile when he saw Sayeeda sashaying over, for once positively jubilant. It looked good on her. The girl she grabbed squeaked in surprise, and a few of the other girls looked less than amused and perhaps a bit jealous of her familiarity with Neil. However once he explained this was his Captain, they looked to her with a curiosity and the buxom woman she grabbed felt quite snug. 

"Well I was hoping to enjoy myself longer but, more money's more money." He said, raising a cup to toast with Sayeeda. The other girls that had drinks of their own joined in, probably just to say they were apart of one of these smugglers' many adventures. Neil then chugged the remainder of his drink, savoring this last one for the day. If he had anymore he might start dropping cargo later on, and even with a smuggler's job, efficacy was key. [i]Particularly[/i] with a smuggler's job, now that he thought of it. 

"Oi!" A faint voice was heard in the background. "Oi, you girls!" It grew louder over the course of the next few seconds, just as Neil's lips were finding purchase on the voluptuous dancer on his lap. She was suddenly yanked off unceremoniously by a less than amused balding man, who looked like mid-life had hit him like a ton of bricks. Behind him, his two bouncers were stone faced and grim. The red faced man's voice, now not muffled by the music, was like a nasty wake up call to the women. "Just what in the hell do you girls think you're doing!? Get back to work!" He ordered. The women scattered like mice. "And you two, if you want to entertain yourself other than drinks you [i]better[/i] pay for it."  

Neil's hair was a mess from the hand that had just ran through his hair being yanked out of it, and he blinked. "Should have expected that." He said to Sayeeda, but mostly to himself. Never a dull moment in his life, smuggler or mechanic. The music above them shifted into something harder and more fast paced, and the men gave Neil and Sayeeda one last, dangerous look before heading away again. "Well, might as well head that way, yeah?" Neil said to the Captain, leaping to his feet. 

It would be once they made it into the glassteel hallway above the refinery when a certain noise, a noise that had been drowned out in the bar, was now more than evident to their ears. A horn was sounding in warning, and an automated voice repeated the following statement over and over. 

[i]All orbital traffic has been halted effective immediately. Darkspace threat inbound. All orbital traffic has been halted effective immediately. Darkspace threat inbound.[/i]
[@Penny]