The bartending droid served a bottle of Devil's Whiskey with three shot glasses to Dronas and swiped the credits off the counter before it blinked its photo-receptors. "Enjoy, sir," the server droid said. The music continued to rage as a new song was introduced to the scene. 

Lyle was a fidgety short human who had stuck around the club scene all his life, mainly due to the fact it was where he made most profit from buyers. Dealing drugs was a good life, but it had its risks; and Lyle never let his guard down. The young man who waved him over was no more than two rotations older than himself. And to Lyle's surprise he wasn't asking for death sticks, but for work. He made eye contact with the man and gestured for compensation. 

"Don't waist my time," the dealer said as he pointed at the scandalously clad Devaronian female at the bar. "You see her, that's [b]Drea Tin[/b]. She is the manager of this club. She knows everyone in this place, and can point you in the right direction."

He continued to hold his hand out for a reward.