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#SioriaApartment – January 7, 2017
Ehanis shows up at the front door at the building Sioria's apartment is in, calling the door phone to Sioria. She had just stepped out of a taxi, and despite that being half a minute ago, she was eager to be out of the cold already. The asari is dressed in long white coat and simple blue jeans, and a red purse is slung over her shoulder.
Sioria 's voice soon comes through the intercom's speaker, and it would seem she was caught unexpectedly. "Who's this?" she asks, her voice sounding as though she's speaking with her mouth full. She wasn't expecting Ehanis for at least another half hour or so. Was the Asari early, or... wait, did Sioria remember to fix her omnitool's clock...?
Ehanis grins as the turian answers quickly. "Who else could it be?" she asks. "Open the door before I freeze my tits off, will you?"
"Well shit, I wouldn't want that." she says as the door buzzes, letting Ehanis in. The Turian goes into a small panic upstairs as she zips around her apartment cleaning up the last few things she had left strewn around.
Ehanis his the door phone interface with her right hand to end the call and steps into the building. Despite the sling being gone, the asari had to minimize the use of her dominant left hand – the constant pain reminding her were she to forget. It takes her a minute before she's at Sioria's door, which she opens with little warning other than her footsteps along the hall.
Ehanis steps into a relatively small apartment, this room consisting of a TV, couch, and coffee table that make up the living room, and a small kitchen/dining room combo on the other side of the room. There's two other doors, one of which is closed but the other appears to lead into Sioria's room, from which scrambling can be heard. She quickly emerges, pulling a shirt down over her
exposed torso. "And for the record, I get plenty of visitors. Sometimes." she says, putting her hands on her hips. "You're early, Blue."
Ehanis watches the turian's exposed torso before snapping her gaze back up and turning towards the nearest clothes hook. "Uh-huh," she says, not entirely buying that. "And still you're clueless about all the crap going on?" Not that she put in much effort to keep herself up-to-date on Redrock matters, but Ehanis is Ehanis. She starts unbottoning her jacket, struggling a bit as she's careful not to put pressure
Sioria shrugs. "What do you mean?" She asks, lifting an eyeridge before heading over to the fridge in the apartment's kitchen section. "Hey, you want a drink? Something to eat?" she asks as she rummages. The walls of the room are lined with small pictures and posters from various sources, and in one of the corners stands a set of heavy armour and a large ballistic shield, no doubt
Sioria's close quarters gear. Upon closer inspection, there are a few pictures of her and what might be her family or friends from back home, and the posters are mostly either some nice looking modern art, complete with odd lines and shapes, or from movies. She even has a large Blasto poster above her TV.
Ehanis eventaully gets out of the jacket and hangs it up on the wall. "Drink sounds nice," she says. Ehanis straightens out the dark purple fleeze jacket beneath and unzips it, releaving an orange crop top beneath that doesn't show much below the neck. "What I mean is," she begins while making her way over to the couch, "is that you don't know what Redrock are up to. Just the impression I get." She gives a tiny
shrug and sits down. She looks around at everything on the walls with a raised eyebrow, recognizing some of the movie posters. Her eyes linger the longest on the picture of the turians.
Sioria looks through her fridge and hums. "Alright, I have water... no, you can't drink that... or that... Ah!" she shuffles some things around. "I've got a bottle of orange juice, rum, and vodka." she says, standing up and looking over at Ehanis. "I, uh... knew you were coming. Thought I'd stock up on stuff you might like." She can't help but let her eyes linger over Ehanis as she
leans against the open fridge. "Gotta say, E. You're looking damn good now that you're outta the hospital. Glad your tits didn't freeze off too." Sioria winks and looks back to the fridge. As for the picture, its of a younger Sioria, approximately fifteen or sixteen wearing what would seem to be colonial guard armour, though it looks very fresh. A new recruit, no doubt. The Turian
speaks up again. "I, uh... I mostly only know what they tell me, I don't really ask too many questions." Her head pokes up over the side of the fridge, which seems to be barren of any magnets, strangely. "Think I should? Start asking questions, I mean."
Ehanis rolls her eyes. "And here I was thinking you were a bad turian," she says, still not taking her eyes of the picture of the young Sioria. "Yeah, you should. They're not going to fire you if you ask about cofidential crap." She only now considers the drinks on offer, recognizing the two that are alcoholic. When a new species arrives, why wouldn't the asari familiraize herself with the novel drinks they
Sioria nods as she takes out the vodka and pours a pair of shots. "I heard this stuff gets you silly quick." she says as she takes them over, and puts them on the coffee table. "So, y'know. Take it easy." Back to the fridge she goes to prepare herself a drink. "You sure they'd be cool about it? I'm dying to know what happened to the kid, or if that bitch that shot at us is dead or
not." The turian returns with a tall glass of a purple, fruity smelling drink, but there's that light tinge of alcohol if anyone was to really focus on the scent. She sits down on the couch and puts her feet up before realising what Ehanis was looking at. "Heh... yeah, that's me and the 'rents. Damn that was a while ago..."
Ehanis grins. "Yeah, yeah," she says as she grabs the shot glass and downs it. "That bitch is still alive, unfortunately, and we have Ten to blame for that. The kid's doing fine, though, but the poor thing is stuck with a cast for a month." Ehanis isn't the most sympathic of asari, but some things even she felt for. When the turian returns, she gives a slight smile. "It's adorable," she comments.
Sioria takes a long sip from her drink as she looks at the photo with Ehanis. "Hm. Maybe I should sign the cast. Is that a thing people do in the city? We did it back home." She puts her glass down and spreads her arms across the back of the sofa as she gets comfy. "Hey, I was tough as nails, hard as bricks. Ain't nothin' adorable about a Turian in uniform, lady." she says with a fake
Ehanis raises an eyebrow. "Not a thing I've heard about, but maybe she'd appreciate visitors," she says. She takes her eyes off the pictures and reaches for the second shot, a grin showing up at the turian's defence. "Uh-huh," she says. "If that wasn't adroable, there wouldn't be adorable turians. I wouldn't be surprised if some of you slept in armor!" She downs the shot, clearing her throat as the burn sets
Sioria snickers lightly. "E, you know how I sleep." she says, then puts on a husky, flirty, way over the top voice. "And you think I'm adorable, huh?" She laughs heartily to herself before drowning it out with another sip of her drink. "Think she would like us to come around?" The Turian looks at her drink in deep thought, changing the subject. Her feet rock from side to side slightly
as they rest on her coffee table, one leg over the other. "I mean, we did save her and stuff. Think the armed bitch would have killed her?"
Ehanis smirks at the turians' comment, but she doesn't answer before the topic changes. She gives a slow nod at her last question, for she has seen the awful things this galaxy has to offer and there was no low that someone out there wouldn't sink to. "She's not right in the head," Ehanis says. "Of course she would have killed her, me and you if she could."
Sioria nods as if Ehanis was confirming her suspicions. "Good thing we stepped in then. Y'know, I actually felt bad about it? Just a little." she begins explaining. "Not because I shot at another person, I do that for a living, but because I got you injured. You don't need that." she looks from her drink to Ehanis with a smile. "But then I started thinking about the kid. What you just
Ehanis nods. "It could have gone a lot worse," she says. "I did what I had to." She puts the empty shot glass down on the table. "It's fucked up what she did," she says, "and that bitch should be put down for doing it. It was their own mistake she was retaliating for."
Sioria nods in agreement as she looks at the shotglasses. "Yeah... but we should squeeze her for info before doing anything, and even then its up to 'Da Bosses'. Think they're the type to execute?" she asks as she puts her glass down and shifts, planting her feet on the lip of the couch, then rolls over the back of it. There's a thump as she lands but she springs up to her feet. "You
want a refill?" she asks, a little flustered. That could have gone better but... yeah, she kept her cool. "Maybe some OJ, pace yourself?"
Ehanis shrugs slightly, not wanting to pressure her left shoulder much. "Eh, Wolfe and Ten have done that, I think," she says. "I talked with Ten, actually, but he didn't know how much he could share. He said there's some serious shit going on, though." She raises an eyebrow when the turian rolls out of the couch, and laughs. "No, thanks," she says. "I'll have to put off getting stupid drunk until the
Sioria straightens herself out and heads for the fridge anyway. "Ten... Ten..." she perks up and snaps her fingers. "You mean Nathan, right?" she asks before diving into the fridge. She takes out a strange looking green fruit from the crisper and takes a bite. "Never talked to him, actually. At least.... nope, never." She leans against the fridge briefly. "but Wolfe? That kinda
surprises me, but he does have that air of mystery about him sometimes... now that I think about it, I guess he could do something like that." She takes another bite before pointing back to the fridge. "I got some Levo foods too, just in case. You hungry? I got..." she peers into it. "Lettuce, two tomatos... three chocolate bars, some whipped cream... Humans aparently go nuts for this
stuff, but I wouldn't trust me sources." She pulls out a small prepackaged apple pie. "Apparently this thing's crazy good."
Ehanis raises an eyebrow. "Ten is Nathan, yeah," she says. "A bit of a stubborn idiot, but he's alright." She then addresses the main point that confused her. "Oh, you meant torturing her?" she asks. "No, no, don't think they did that." She looks over to the kitchen upon hearing the offer, her eyes going over the apple pie. "No thanks," she says. "I ate before I came here."
Sioria looks over the pie for a few more seconds as if she's reading something, shrugs, then frizbees it back into the fridge. It lands a bit hap-hazardly but it doesn't look damaged, before she kicks the door closed lightly. "Nonono," she says as she walks back, but instead of sitting on the couch, she kneels behind it and rests her arms on the sides, right beside Ehanis. "I didn't
mean that, only psychos torture. I just meant flat out, gun to the head, excecution. Take 'er out, see?"
Ehanis raises her brows. "I think I misunderstood you," she says. "I thought you were talking about her bosses." She shakes her head and adds, "No, no, 'Lyna likes him too much for him to be that type."
Sioria reaches up and scratches her head briefly. "Well now I'm confused. What I meant was would our bosses pop 'er. I dunno about hers." she says before taking another bite out of her fruit. She climbs over the back of the couch this time and slumps down into it. "Love this couch..." she mutters as she gets comfy. "I think we're a moral bunch, no torture from us. Well... maybe Vicky,
but I reckon the bosses might talk her down. I definitely couldn't do it." she says, putting her feet back up.
Ehanis smirks. "Ilyna has told me about Vicky, apparantly she's got a problem following orders," she says as she leans back in the couch. "Makes it hard to believe she's together with Va'ynna, who's too precious for this half of the galaxy."
Sioria chuckles and takes a long swig from her drink. "Good thing I'm not in command then, eh?" she asks with a smirk. "And yeah, that is a little odd. I guess either Va'ynna likes the bad girls or Vicky has a heart of gold under that hard exoskeleton." The Turian chuckles, getting comfy again on the couch. "But, I can't fault her tastes. The Asari are a gorgeous people. Present
Ehanis sighs, and shifts closer to the turian. "You going anywhere with that kind of flattery?" she teases with a tilt of her head. If there was anything Ehanis thoroughly enjoyed, it was seeing even the most turian turian flustered.