#Miner'sRespite – July 17, 2014

Tarlon is sitting at the bar, furiously tapping away at his omni-tool, a glass of some rather disgusting-looking greenish drink on the counter before him. He's also got a patch of bandages on the side of his head.

Aylena is currently working at the bar, which isn't a rare sight since one of their employees quit a few months ago. The bar is a little busy, leaving her little to no time for idle chat.

Tarlon mutters something about variables, tapping the table absentmindedly with a finger.

Damien wanders into the Inn, immediately setting course for a free chair and collapsing into it after dropping his rather large leather backpack to the side. He runs a hand through his short, dark brown hair and sighs quietly to himself.

Vaden is sitting two seats over from Tarlon. He is reading from an old paper book, and is currently struggling with turning the page with only three fingers. He uses his stump to hold the book down as he turns the page with an annoyed sigh.

Tarlon lets out a quiet tsk at the noisy human and takes a sip from his vile-coloured drink.

Damien turns his head a fraction, glancing at the Salarian with a raised eyebrow.

Aylena is just done serving another patron and wanders over to the new arrival. "Evening," she says, putting on a small smile, although she sounds a little tired. "What can I get you?" The asari's wearing a mostly dark-blue dress, though it doesn't hug her figure too close.

Damien looks up and smiles, dipping his head in greeting. "Evening lass," he says, scratching the stubble on his chin. "You got any whiskey? Not fussed what type, s'long it ain't going to drain my pocket too quickly."

Gregorij is, as usual, sitting at a booth in a dark corner of the room. He has a half-empty drink in hand and a sour expression. Anna is occupied with observing the various patrons, following the new arrival for a bit.

Tarlon sniffs quietly.

Damien turns a curious gaze to the Salarian. He arches his brow, curious to his mutterings.

Aylena chuckles. "Of course, won't run out of that even how hard it's to keep a supplier on this rock," she says. "Bottle, or glass?" She walks off to the back wall, although she is still within earshot of the human patron.

Tarlon looks the human up and down with a measuring gaze.

Damien smiles faintly, leaning into the chair and gazing around the room. He casts a brief look to the man with the mech, before he catches the Salarian gazing at him.

Vaden 's eyes dart across the text with great speed, his reading each time coming to a grinding hault when he has to turn the page.

Tarlon sighs and taps on his omni-tool.

Tarlon waves a hand absently.

Gregorij shoots Damien a sharp stare as the man looks his way, but he soon returns his attention to his drink.

Aylena glances at the salarian with a raised eyebrow as she returns with the bottle. "Give me a holler if you want a bite to eat, or something," she says, "or more... research supplies." She places a glass on the counter before moving on to serving another patron signaling for her.

Tarlon nods at the asari and takes another sip of his drink.

Damien opens his mouth to speak, but thinks better of it and shrugs slightly. He reaches for the bottle and inhales the aroma of the drink, before taking a testing sip.

Damien hums appreciatively and throws a thankful nod towards the asari.

Anna stands up after receiving instructions from Gregorij. It starts heading towards the bar, ending up between Tarlon and Damien. The mech puts both hands on the counter while waiting for Aylena.

Tarlon glances at the mech and sniffs disapprovingly.

Damien looks at the mech, studying it for a few silent moments. He stifles a chuckle at the Salarian's remark.

Anna glances to the side at the salarian. "I am ordering drinks for my owner. Interaction with merchants and service personnel is one of my many functions as a Synthetic Insights class-three disability mech."

Aylena places a glass of beer before another patron, echanging a few words, before moving over to serve the mech. A slight grin can be seen at the salarian's remark. "What can I get him?" she says as she comes to a stop near the mech.

Tarlon nods and makes a note.

Vaden glances curiously at the conversation between Tarlon and Anna.

Damien shakes his head softly and opens his jacket slightly, peering inside and adjusting something that is just out of sight. He closes his jacket and raises the bottle to his lips, drinking rather deeply from it.

Anna turns its attention to Aylena. "Greg would like his usual whisky as well as an unspecified food item. He also wanted to know what is up with the salarians." the mech states matter-of-factly.

Tarlon sniffs.

Damien rolls his eyes.

Damien mumbles something about lifespan as he swirls the contents of his bottle.

Vaden speaks up from down the bar: "Not an unexpected question. It is not often I see another salarian here. Mostly humans."

Aylena smirks as she turns around, making her way over to the location she last found the whiskey. She returns to the counter with a bottle of the whiskey and finds a clean glass. "Anything else?" she asks.

Anna nods. "A food item of some sort is needed to complete the order."

Vaden blinks at Tarlon's words, a look of distaste on his face. "Human mating? Peculiar subject. Would rather not know."

Aylena | "Sorry," she says, typing on the terminal. "Long day." She pauses, looking up. "Anything specific he prefers? Or should I just repeat an earlier food order?"

Anna seems to stop and process for a moment. "Greg likes grilled meats, warm soups, pasta and strawberries. Any combination of some of these should do."

Damien leans back into his seat, folding his leg over the other with a dull clunk.

Tarlon sniffs.

Vaden returns his attention to the book upon not receiving an answer.

Damien looks at the other Salarian and gestures to him, though he speaks to Tarlon.

Tarlon sniffs disapprovingly.

Aylena nods to the mech, grinning still at the conversation going on just next to them. "I've sent an order to the kitchen," she says. "I can have it brought to your table if you'd rather not wait around."

Tarlon finishes his drink and pushes the empty glass away, tapping a few commands into his omni-tool.

Anna nods, grabbing Gregorij's drink and then turning around to move back, accidentally bumping in to Damien rather roughly in the process.

Damien curses rather loudly as his drink drops to the floor, standing up and jabbing a finger at the mech.

Anna stops and faces Damien. "Apologies, sir. It appears I have suffered a navigational error. An error report will be sent to Synthetic Insights."

Anna stares blankly at Damien, but speaks with a polite tone. "Please adress any concerns to Synthetic Insights quality assurance."

Gregorij stirs in his corner as Damien yells at Anna. He lets go of his drink and turns a bit to the side.

Vaden glances at the commotion without saying anything.

Damien glances to the mechs owner, jabbing his thumb to it.

Gregorij gets up from his seat, steading himself for a moment and then walking over towards Damien while rubbing his forehead. He shoots the man a glare as he approaches. "Anna's fine, and don't you say otherwise."

Damien looks to his smashed bottle and back to the man, shaking his head.

Aylena sighs deeply at the situation. "The mess on the floor disagrees," she says, looking at Gregorij. "I think you owe the guy a new bottle."

Damien gives the asari a gracious look, before turning back to the man, rising from his seat. He stands a good 6'4 and he appears to be very broad and thick under his clothing.

Gregorij lets out an annoyed grunt. "And I think maybe you keep a tighter grip of your bottle." He keeps meeting Damien's gaze, clearly unintimidated.

Vaden looks over his shoulder with hints of concern.

Tarlon hums with fascination.

Damien glares at the man, tightening his jaw and giving an amused sniff.

Aylena nods in agreement, but stays out of it otherwise, rather walking over to another patron that's waving for her.

Gregorij scoffs, shaking his head and then refocusing on Damien after some trouble - he's quite obviously not sober. "Fuck off! I'm a regular here, don't know who... who the hell you are. Not my problem if you drop your fucking-..." He's starting to look rather irritated, but is interrupted by a pained grimace, refocusing as soon as he can.

Vaden shoots another worried glance over his shoulder and then closes his book, stowing it away in a satchel.

Tarlon hums quite unconcernedly, quickly tapping away on his omni-tool and muttering to himself.

Damien adopts a less confrontational stance.

Gregorij shakes his head again. "Not gonna happen. Let's go, Anna." He gestures for the mech to come to him and mutters some profanity as his gaze moves away from the fellow human.

Damien watches the man carefully for a moment, before shaking his head and sitting back down. "Arsehole."

Gregorij seems about to turn around when Anna reaches him, wrapping an arm around him to help him walk. He lets out a heavy sigh and shakes his head once more, turning away from Damien and moving towards the stairs with the help of his mech - their walking stance looks unsettlingly like a couple, as always. "Send the food to my room. Need... ngh... rest." As he leaves he mutters something about Damien needing to learn

Damien turns to the asari, gesturing to the man with an annoyed expression. "Is he always like that?"

Vaden seems relieved that the danger to his book has passed, taking it out again and starting to navigate to the correct page.

Aylena is just done serving another person before making her way over. "No. He usually just sits by himself," she says. "It's not the first time, though."

Damien shakes his head softly and fumbles around in his jacket pocket, forking out some credit chits and placing them on the counter. "Sorry 'bout the mess. Keep the extra," he says, looking over his shoulder before speaking again. "Is there some place I can crash for a few nights?"

Aylena nods, offering a small smile. "Thank you," she says before tapping a few keys on the terminal infront of her. "Yes, we have rooms upstairs. Two-hundred a night."

Tarlon shakes his head and hops off his stool, nodding absentmindedly at everyone and then turning to walk out, never stopping his incessant omni-tool typing.

Aylena types on the terminal, and a few seconds later, the room number and what's needed to get the door open included. "Depends what you're looking for, that," she says. "If it's merc work, I'd check with Redrock Agency. There's quite a few of them staying here, so I'm sure you'll run into one of them soon enough."

Vaden looks up at the mention of Redrock. "Instantly, even."

Damien taps his omni-tool and transfers the payment for the room, before turning to the Salarian and arching an eyebrow. "You're a merc?"

Vaden spins to face Damien and nods. "Yes. Technically not right now. Pays well, exciting... too exciting, sometimes." He goes quiet for long time - for a salarian, that is. "Not always... pleasant." He holds up the stump located where one of his hands should be.

Damien looks at the stump and gives a faint look of sympathy. He pulls off his glove and raises his hand, revealing the white and blue armour of the Blue-suns. He smirks faintly. "I know what the life is like, trust me."

Aylena listens to their conversation, before a patron wanting a refill has her walk out of their earshot.

Vaden blinks, studying the coloring briefly. "Blue Suns. Shouldn't need to look for work."

Vaden nods. "Noted. Should talk to Chief Vasquez if you need work."

Vaden offers another nod and then returns to reading.

Damien dips his head in farewell to the Salarian, grabbing his backpack and moves to the stairs.