#Miner'sRespite – July 18, 2014

Va'ynna is standing behind the bar, taking what would usually be Aylena's shift. She's in a long dark-green dress that should be familiar to most who know her. The asari is currently attending to another patron.

Damien clunks down the staircase, clad in a light variant of Blue-Suns armour, though it is roughly dyed over in a deep green colour. It is passable enough, though the insignia remains with a single red line through it. He carries his full-face helm under his shoulder and he gazes around the bar.

Va'ynna has poured the requested beer for the other customer before she spots the armored man, looking a little concerned for a moment. She looks around for a moment before walking over to the nearest terminal.

Damien stifles a yawn and scratches his stubble, moving over to a free table and sitting down in a free chair at the table, looking around the establishment. He seems to be searching for someone, most likely the Salarian mercenary from last night.

Damien shrugs and stands, moving to the bar and leaning on the counter, patiently waiting for the bartender.

Va'ynna looks up at hearing the approach and walks over to him, seeming a little nervous. "Hi," she says. "What can I get you?"

Damien smiles softly and indicates to the bottles. "I'll have a beer, don't mind what kind."

Va'ynna nods, picking out a pint-gass. "Coming up," she says. "So, um... you're with the millitia?" She pours the glass from the tap of some Linissan beer and places it on the counter.

Damien reaches into a pouch on his belt, pulling out the required credits and placing them on the table. He sips from the glass quietly for a moment, savouring the taste. He nods his thanks as he places the glass down before speaking. "Naw, lass, I ain't with them. Hell, I don't know much 'bout this place in general. The militia pay well?"

Va'ynna looks thoughtful for a moment. "I... don't think it does," she says. "It's part time... if I remember right. I haven't really looked at it, since... it's not my line of work."

Damien chuckles, tapping the glass with an armoured finger. "Clearly. Well, I heard about a mercenary group around here. Red something?"

Va'ynna nods, a small smile appearing. "Redrock Agency," she says. "I know Jason..., he's a good friend. He leads the group with... Linda." She glances briefly around the bar. "They have a security guard here, too."

Damien flicks a look to the rest of the room, taking another sip of his beer. He swirls the contents around the glass, raising an eyebrow. "A guard, here? What, they own the bar or something?"

Va'ynna raises her brows. "No," she says. "D'Inea... pays Redrock for it. She felt we needed that after... an incident half a year ago."

Damien nods slowly. "A little extra security is the right way to go. Do you know if they're recruiting? Could really do with some work."

Va'ynna frowns. "I haven't seen him recently. I heard their... last job didn't go too well."

Damien arches his brow, placing the glass down with a quiet clunk. "I'm sure your friend his alright. You two close?"

Va'ynna looks down for a moment. "He's... a good friend," she says, looking back at him. "I met him the day after I arrived here, and I've known him since. He offered me a job at the agency, too."

Steve steps through the door behind the bar in time to catch the last couple exchanges between the pair at the counter. Dressed in his usual armor, he snorts loudly as he takes a position beside Va'ynna and begins to fill an empty glass with water. "Didn't go well..." he grunts, more to himself than anyone in particular, "That's putting it lightly."

Damien turns to the new arrival, raising an eyebrow. He is dressed in a lighter varient of Blue-suns armour, though it is roughly dyed green with a red line through the insignia. His full face helm sits on the counter. "That bad, huh?"

Va'ynna raises her brows as Steve arrives, smiling sheepishly. "I... got this job," she gives her answer. Another patrons signals for her before she could add to it, and she makes her way over to him.

Damien watches the asari move away, smiling lightly as he sips at his beer. He turns back to the man, giving him a quick one-over.

Steve rolls his shoulders, giving a slight shrug. "It was somethin' else." he says with a sigh. He brings the glass to his lips and takes a large sip of his water before setting it on the counter. His eyes probe the man's armor, scanning him up and down.

Damien chuckles quietly to himself, fiddling with his glass and looking down at it. "I know, a seriously pathetic attempt at covering the colours. I'm half tempted to blast the dye off and keep it how it was." He lifts the glass to his mouth and downs most of its contents.

Va'ynna is done serving the patron, walking nearer the other two; watching silently from 2 meters distance.

Steve nods a couple times to himself, his gaze settling on the poorly-hidden emblem. "Haven't seen many Suns out this way." he says, nodding at the man's chest plate, "I'm not trying to tell you what to do, but if you plan on sticking around, you might wanna get that taken care of. I'm just here to keep the peace, and all it would take is for the wrong person to stumble in here and see that. We're not looking to get in the middle of all that."

Damien nods, looking down at the emblem and tapping a finger against it. "Last thing I want is trouble, friend. I'll get to work on it." He smirks quietly to himself. "So, you the guard for this place then?"

Steve glances towards Va'ynna momentarily before answering the man, "That's what they tell me. But aside from a few overly-rambunctious guests that've had a few-too-many, it's usually pretty quiet here."

Damien chuckles faintly, scratching the light dusting of stubble on his chin. "And I'm assuming you get the occasional free drink? Y'know, for your loyal and hard work?"

Va'ynna takes a step closer, still looking around in case anyone needs a drink. She remains quiet, however.

Steve lifts his glass of water and stares at it with an unsatisfied groan, "All the free water I can handle." he says sarcastically, "But, like I said, the job is easy. The pay isn't bad. And they don't charge me for my room, so I can't complain too much." He takes another sip of his drink and lowers it back to the bar. "What about you?" he asks, "What brings you out to our cozy little town?"

Damien snorts, shaking his head. "Shit, it ain't nothing special. Just... a few bad judgements is all."

Steve gives a short chuckle, "I hear that. You came to the right place, that's for sure. Seems like everyone is runnin' away from somethin' out here. If it wasn't for 'bad judgements', this town would probably be half the size it is." he glances towards Va'ynna once again as a smirk crosses his face, "Cept our friend Va'ynna here. Her 'bad judgement' was comin' here in the first place."

Damien looks up, tapping his glass thoughtfully. "Now that sounds like a tale."

Va'ynna raises her brows for a moment, looking a little taken aback. "No,... I, uh," she says in a low voice, fidgeting. "Yeah..., it was... um, probably not the best idea."

Steve places a hand on the counter and turns to face the asari with an amused grin.

Va'ynna takes a step back, looking more than a little uncomfortable. "No," she says softly before adding, "There's no story, I mean. Just... wanted to get away." She pauses, fidgeting a little. "Just... to see what's out here."

Damien clearly doesn't believe her, but he smiles softly and shakes his head. "All right. I won't pry."

Damien holds his hand up in slight apology.

Va'ynna looks at them for a few seconds, and opens her mouth to say something, but nothing. She turns around and makes her way down the bar while looking around if anyone wants to order anything.

Steve chuckles and turns back to Damien. "That one's a bit skittish." he says, giving Va'ynna a sidelong glance.

Va'ynna is currently taking an order from another patron, not within the earshot of Steve and Damien.

Steve shakes his head. "Jason..." he mutters, "Seems like an alright guy, but between you and me, I don't think he's got a whole lot goin' on between the ears."

Damien raises his brow. "Oh?" he says, slightly intrigued. "What makes you say that?"

Steve shrugs and takes a short sip of his water. After shifting a bit, he leans against the counter. "I mean, I work for the guy, I'm not trying to badmouth him or anything. He handles himself well out in the field, he just doesn't strike me as much of a thinker." He glances around the bar, giving it a quick once-over to ensure no trouble is brewing, once satisfied, he returns his gaze to Damien. "I overheard Va'ynna telling you to talk to him... That mean your lookin' for work?"

Damien nods, scratching his chin. "Yep. Figure I'll need some sort of income so I can put some food in my belly and a place to sleep..." he says, lingering for a moment before adding with a smirk. "And so I can get a drink every now and then."

Damien nods, turning more to face Steve with a confident look. Not bred out of cockiness and brashness, but out of experience. "I can handle myself, friend. S'long as the pay is reasonable, which you assure me is, then you can count on me."

Steve smiles and stands up straight. "It ain't me you need to convince. I'm low man on the totem pole." He gives an exaggerated glance around the bar, "I mean, hell, they got me on bouncer-duty at a bar."

Damien chuckles, nodding slightly. "Yeah, ya' still seem to know whats what, though." He turns and leans his elbows on the counter, looking around the bar and its patrons. "Name's Damien, by the way."

Va'ynna makes her way over to a patron near Steve and Damien, exchanging a few words before pouring a glass of beer.

Steve extends a gauntleted hand across the counter. "Steve." he says plainly, "Always good to have a new face around that isn't puking on the floor or breaking our glasses."

Damien shakes his hand, a light clunk as armour of his gauntlet meets Steve's. "Pleasure." He releases his grip and naturally rests a hand near his M-6, though it is obviously not meant to be in a threatening manner. "So, should I speak to Jason or cheif... what was her name again?"

Steve nods and pulls his hand back, settling it on the edge of the counter. "Vasquez. She seems to be running the show, so I'd say try your luck with her. She's a bit of a firecracker, though."

Damien smirks. "As in 'pummel my face in if I look at her wrong' kind of way?"

Steve snickers, "That doesn't sound too far off, so try to steer clear of her bad side."

Steve nods arbitrarily in the general direction of Redrock Agency. "Short ride out of town. Any shuttle pilot in the area should be able to get you there without much hassle. Might wanna submit an application first, though. Just give 'em a search on the extranet."

Damien nods, tapping his fingers against his leg. "Application first, talk with violent boss-lady second. Simple enough." A thought crosses his mind and he turns to look at Steve, furrowing his brow. "What exactly happened with your last job? Since a few holes now require plugging."

Va'ynna remains near the last patron she served, but keeps watching around the bar. She is a little curious about Redrock's last job since she hasn't heard a lot about it.

Steve smiles in response and gives a slight shrug. "I'm not really sure how much I can say. I'm sure you know how this sort of work goes, so it shouldn't be too hard to figure out. I'll say this much: the fact that any of us made it out was a fucking miracle..." He bites his lower lip for a moment and sighs loudly as he rolls his shoulders back, giving them a quick stretch. "Don't mean to cut out on ya, but I should probably head back to the office." he says, cocking a thumb back towards the door he entered through, "But don't let any of this deter you. Redrock is a good agency. And there's not many places around here for people with our-... 'talents'."

Damien grabs his helm and pulls it on, sealing it with a faint hiss. The visor flickers as it powers up, glowing a light blue.

Steve gives a nod and scoops his glass up from the counter. "I'll see you around." he says. He makes a slight detour on his way back to the door, purposely passing beside Va'ynna. "Stay out of trouble, killer." he says with a smirk as he continues towards the door.

Damien turns to Va'ynna, dipping his head and speaking, his voice slightly tinny and reverberating through the helm's filter. "A pleasure to meet ya', lass. See you around." He moves towards the exit, throwing a single wave over his shoulder.

Va'ynna raises a brow to Steve's remark, but gives no resposne before looking towards Damien. "See you," she responds with a smal smile.