Inebriated Investigations By Isatan
It had been a long day, cooped up on his ship, and the chance to dock and stretch his legs had been something his mandibles twitched at impatiently. The usual ritual of security codes, access permissions and regulatory fees only made his impatience escalate into mild frustration. However, once all had been handled and his feet rested firmly upon the station's ground, his path was unerring as it took him to the one place he knew he could relax.
'Nova' Wasn't the greatest of clubs he had been to, but it most certainly wasn't the worst: The area was maintained rather well, and the smell in the air held only the mild tone of bodies and various drinks for the occupants. Gone were the scents of vomit, fecal matter, or the ever-present stench of smoke from the Human's death sticks they so seem to enjoy. He had always figured the price was steep, but through his travels he had come to appreciate it for it's twofold nature.
It kept the riffraff out, and kept the place clean. That much he would gladly pay the admittance fee for a hundred times over.
The heavy beat of the music certainly wasn't bad; it almost helped him ignore the stares that always were associated with his arrival into any public place. But by now he had not really paid them much mind, as it had been something he'd long since forced himself to become accustomed to. Fortunately for him however there wasn't much in the way of getting a booth and ordering a drink, and thus it was with the arrival of his first drink that he began to relax.
Over time as always, the gawkers began to move about their own business and leave him to his own devices. But he couldn't help but notice one that had seemed to stare at him even when all the others had moved on. At first he had become concerned, and almost convinced himself that he was being shadowed. But he halted that thought quickly- no one would be so bad at their job to do so in such an obvious way if they valued their career.
It was by the third drink that his patience had begun to wear thin, only tempered by his curiosity. And with that he moved from the booth and strode over towards the human. With a mild smirk, he noticed the human had attempted to look at any direction than him, and it was only when he put his hand against the wall that the male had leaned against, that the human looked up at him sheepishly.
"I couldn't help but notice you focusing on me rather heavily over there." He said, looking down at the human with humor in his voice. He didn't want to scare the guy off just yet; and from the colors he was wearing, he was almost certain the man was a blue suns merc : Though the badge on the left arm certainly confirmed it after a subtle glance.
"Oh...uh, yeah, s-sorry about that. I'm just not used to seeing someone like you arou-err, around these parts." The human said, looking up, and then back down in shyness. The flush of red was on his cheeks, and He assumed the human had more than just the one drink which he held now.
"Well, care to elaborate? I'm sure you've seen a Turian before, considering I've encountered at least three walking about since I came in here..." he said as a thought struck his mind, and he took a step forward, reducing the distance between the two until he was almost invading the human's personal space. He kept his gaze on the human, suppressing a laugh as he noticed the poor soul craned their neck upwards to meet his stare.
"B...B-big!" The human squeaked out, clutching his cup to his chest as though the beverage had the power to ward away his presence. "You're j-just so big, and I, well...I-I mean, it's...it's really c-c-cool." he said, seeming to have a mix of fear and alcohol laden courage brought forth from his looming proximity.
He let the silence sit between the human and himself for a few moments as he mulled over those words. Part of him was relieved the human hadn't been shadowing him after all, though this new development brought a few new ideas to his mind.
"Well, congratulations; You've certainly been honest with me, and I appreciate that, so let's start off with names. Mine's Xerant, what's yours?" He inquired, pulling back the distance to a more comfortable level for the human. He noted the expression of mild disappointment on his features as he did so as something to remember at a later point; for now, diplomacy was called for.
"S, Shane. The name's Shane, Sir. I-It's a real honor to be able t-to talk with you, Sir. I-I-I mean it" Shane stated, looking up at him far more hopefully with the seeming threat of being flattened into a pancake being gone.
'Sir huh...? Interesting.' He thought, as his hand extended to meet Shane's own, enveloping it within his grasp as they shook hands.
"Well Shane, how about you and I sit down and have a nice talk? That sound good?" He said, motioning towards the booth in which he had been in prior. With a nod, Xerant turned around heading with his Human admirer in tow....
'Nova' Wasn't the greatest of clubs he had been to, but it most certainly wasn't the worst: The area was maintained rather well, and the smell in the air held only the mild tone of bodies and various drinks for the occupants. Gone were the scents of vomit, fecal matter, or the ever-present stench of smoke from the Human's death sticks they so seem to enjoy. He had always figured the price was steep, but through his travels he had come to appreciate it for it's twofold nature.
It kept the riffraff out, and kept the place clean. That much he would gladly pay the admittance fee for a hundred times over.
The heavy beat of the music certainly wasn't bad; it almost helped him ignore the stares that always were associated with his arrival into any public place. But by now he had not really paid them much mind, as it had been something he'd long since forced himself to become accustomed to. Fortunately for him however there wasn't much in the way of getting a booth and ordering a drink, and thus it was with the arrival of his first drink that he began to relax.
Over time as always, the gawkers began to move about their own business and leave him to his own devices. But he couldn't help but notice one that had seemed to stare at him even when all the others had moved on. At first he had become concerned, and almost convinced himself that he was being shadowed. But he halted that thought quickly- no one would be so bad at their job to do so in such an obvious way if they valued their career.
It was by the third drink that his patience had begun to wear thin, only tempered by his curiosity. And with that he moved from the booth and strode over towards the human. With a mild smirk, he noticed the human had attempted to look at any direction than him, and it was only when he put his hand against the wall that the male had leaned against, that the human looked up at him sheepishly.
"I couldn't help but notice you focusing on me rather heavily over there." He said, looking down at the human with humor in his voice. He didn't want to scare the guy off just yet; and from the colors he was wearing, he was almost certain the man was a blue suns merc : Though the badge on the left arm certainly confirmed it after a subtle glance.
"Oh...uh, yeah, s-sorry about that. I'm just not used to seeing someone like you arou-err, around these parts." The human said, looking up, and then back down in shyness. The flush of red was on his cheeks, and He assumed the human had more than just the one drink which he held now.
"Well, care to elaborate? I'm sure you've seen a Turian before, considering I've encountered at least three walking about since I came in here..." he said as a thought struck his mind, and he took a step forward, reducing the distance between the two until he was almost invading the human's personal space. He kept his gaze on the human, suppressing a laugh as he noticed the poor soul craned their neck upwards to meet his stare.
"B...B-big!" The human squeaked out, clutching his cup to his chest as though the beverage had the power to ward away his presence. "You're j-just so big, and I, well...I-I mean, it's...it's really c-c-cool." he said, seeming to have a mix of fear and alcohol laden courage brought forth from his looming proximity.
He let the silence sit between the human and himself for a few moments as he mulled over those words. Part of him was relieved the human hadn't been shadowing him after all, though this new development brought a few new ideas to his mind.
"Well, congratulations; You've certainly been honest with me, and I appreciate that, so let's start off with names. Mine's Xerant, what's yours?" He inquired, pulling back the distance to a more comfortable level for the human. He noted the expression of mild disappointment on his features as he did so as something to remember at a later point; for now, diplomacy was called for.
"S, Shane. The name's Shane, Sir. I-It's a real honor to be able t-to talk with you, Sir. I-I-I mean it" Shane stated, looking up at him far more hopefully with the seeming threat of being flattened into a pancake being gone.
'Sir huh...? Interesting.' He thought, as his hand extended to meet Shane's own, enveloping it within his grasp as they shook hands.
"Well Shane, how about you and I sit down and have a nice talk? That sound good?" He said, motioning towards the booth in which he had been in prior. With a nod, Xerant turned around heading with his Human admirer in tow....
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