#Miner'sRespite – July 31, 2015

Va'ynna is busy keeping up with breakfast and tending the bar during the late morning as she's the only one at work.

Halisi is seated in a booth by the wall of the Respite, with three datapads and some paper documents spread out over the table. A cup of coffee sits untoutched between documents. She's been sitting there since sunrise.

Fidaris walks into the with his viper on his back and pistol in its holster. He looks arounds and scouts the tables and booth and smirks at the peace and quiet. He walks up to the bar and takes a seat.

Ceeha`Tul slides in through the door, groggy. He brings in a singular datapad with attached writing instrument under his arm. Eventually making his way to the counter, he balances himself up by planting both of his 3-fingered hands on the surface. "Hey... Va'ynna? Do you serve breakfast here?"

Halisi briefly looks up from the datapad in her hand, silver-grey eyes tracking the quarian briefly before returning to whatever has kept her busy for most of the morning.

Va'ynna walks over to the quarian and nods. "We... have some pastes that are safe to eat... for you," she says. "We recently started... carrying that."

Ceeha`Tul grins, despite his pounding headache. "Thank the makers." he turns around to the bar and picks an appropriately secluded corner to nurse his hangover, "I'll be over... there."

Fidaris hears the familiar voice and turns towards it to see a very groggy quarian. He smirks at him. "Holy sprits Ceeha. You look like you survived an abortion."

Ceeha`Tul does a double take. "Oh! Thank kami." he grins. "Yeah, see there was this turian woman, and I downed a bottle and she was insa-never mind." he laughs, and walks over to the less-superiority-complex-driven turian.

Halisi switches to another datapad and types away, occasionally glancing at one of the papers.

Va'ynna nods and goes to find a tube of some quite high quality paste that is out of place for a terminus establishment. She walks over to his booth with it and a glass of water.

Fidaris nods and lets off a small chuckle. "I'm surprised you're not sick. The turian women here are very dirty."

Ceeha`Tul laughs, "Oh I wish. Besides, I can't even imagine taking my suit off here." he thanks the bartender and tilts his head, "I have yet to make a good impression on you it seems." he says, looking over to the datapad user

Fidaris turns to the bar slightly, but is still turned in the direction of Ceeha's seat. "People who get close to me, mostly end up dead of severly disabled, hopefully that won't be the case here.

Va'ynna smiles. "You're welcome," she says. "Tell me if you need anything else." She walks back to the bar.

Ceeha`Tul grins and lifts his arm up to the bartender "I meant her. It seems every time I'm in this joint I'm inebriated." he turns back to the turian, "I have no doubts about that." he grins, "At least you're fair about it - don't bother me-I don't bother you-type thing."

Fidaris smirks "Yeah well, it is what it is. You best tell me when you get trouble."

Ceeha`Tul tilts his body on his chair to face the human female, not bothering to hide intentions and rests his chin on the top of the chair. 'How do you even work in a bar... and at this time? Aren't there libraries here?'

Ceeha`Tul idly ignores his datapad on the table, which he actually should be working with

Fidaris shrugs and puts his viper on the table and inspects it

Halisi doesn't seem to hear the quarian - the sound level of the Respite was never known to be quiet - and her booth is several meters from the bar.

Va'ynna stares at the turian. "Put...it away." She fidgets nervously

Ceeha`Tul turns back to his nutritional paste and shrugs. He hooks it up and devours the stuff. 'Better be good for removing the effects of this brandy,' he thinks. 'Actually-' he turns up the the asari, "Hey. Do you have dextro-ok coffee here?"

Fidaris rolls his eyes "I'm looking it over. Look I'll take the thermal clip out." He releases the clip out the gun. "See safe." He proceeds to aim the viper with one hand out the door. He pulls the trigger and a shot fires. He drops the gun from the recoil and raises his brows in surprise. "Welp now it's safe."

Halisi collapses her datapad, tensing up as if ready to flip the table for cover. Her eyes dart quickly around the Respite until she locates the source of the shot.

Steve comes storming out of the backroom, pistol raised. He immediately sights in on Fidaris, training the Carnifex on the turian's head. "The hell is going on here, Va'ynna!?"

Halisi readies her omni-tool under the table, just in case.

Ceeha`Tul damn near chokes on his paste

Va'ynna doesn't respond, just running out to the back.

Fidaris looks at the guy at the human, who just came from the back room. "Put the gun away buddy, I thought it was safe. They all saw me take the thermal clip out."

Ceeha`Tul fleetingly tries to get the asari's attention "But.. I wanted a coffee.." he says, as she runs out into the back

Steve gestures towards the door with his gun. "Out. Now." he says, "One wrong move and it's your brains on the wall."

Fidaris rolls his eyes "C'mon man, I just wanted to inspect my gun, I'll pay you."

Victoria rushes down into the Respite "Who the hell is shooting a gun in here?" A predator pistol in her hand.

Va'ynna is standing in cover by the door frame, not visible to most in the main room.

Steve glances up towards Victoria quickly. "Some moron with a death wish." he informs, returning his gaze back to the troublemaker, "I don't give a fuck why you did it. If you're that incompetent with a weapon, you shouldn't have it. Don't make me tell you again."

Fidaris stands up "Sprits! Alright." He picks up his thermal clip and viper and packs them up. "Ceeha, you coming, I got some business with you."

Ceeha`Tul groans as he plants his hands on bar "Can it wait until my hangover's over? Like a coffee or something"

Fidaris turns and starts walking "Now Ceeha."

Va'ynna peeks her head out for a brief moment, but remains in cover.

Ceeha`Tul speaks out to the bar, pointedly ignoring the mild tinnitis he has. "I do not associate with this man," spoken somewhat annoyed. Nevertheless, he stands up and walks along. Blame it on getting no business opportunities as a quarian. Heck, life is probably even better on the Quim Quim.

Halisi slowly returns to her work after the turian leaves.

Steve tenses up as Fidaris reaches for his rifle, placing his finger over the trigger, but merely keeps his weapon trained on the turian as he starts towards the door.

Fidaris stops before the door and raises his hands. "I'm turning round, look at my hands, nothing is there." He slowly turns around. "Now you can see my holstered weapons on my back and leg. Here for the damage." He slowly lowers one hand to his chest piece and pulls out a couple hundred credits." He drops them on the floor and slowly turns around and walks out the bar.

Steve reholsters his Carnifex once the turian exits the bar and lets out a frustrated sigh. He glances back through the door at Va'ynna. "What in the hell?"

Victoria walks up to Briggs "What in the hell was that about?"

Steve keeps his gaze locked on Va'ynna as he responds to Victoria. "No idea. Heard the shot. Looked at the camera. Saw that the turian had discharged a longrifle round. You showed up out here right about when I did. Says he was 'inspecting his gun'. Some people shouldn't be allowed to play with firearms."

Va'ynna is still quite shaken. "I... I...," she begins. "It's... not the first time I've told him to put... it away."

Steve shakes his head and strolls past Va'ynna towards the security office. "I'll add him to the security database. If he comes back, I'll know." he sighs.

Victoria looks at Va'ynna "You alright?" She asked with a worried face.

Va'ynna nods faintly. "I'm fine," she sighs, her tone betraying her lie.

Victoria walks over to the asari and gives her a hug "You will be fine. I will stay down here for a while and keep an eye out, okay?"

Va'ynna returns the hug, and holds onto her tightly. She is quiet for a few seconds before nodding. "Thank you," she says. "That would... be nice."

Victoria releases her grip on the asari "I'll go sit in a booth somewhere. Just try and get back to work to get that incident out of your mind. Okay?"

Va'ynna kisses her on the cheek before letting go of the hug. 'Okay," she repeats her, and starts going back out. Not seeing the quarian she was supposed to be serving, she looks around the bar for anyone else that might ask for service.

Victoria goes to a booth where she can watch over most of the bar.