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#Adrasteia – November 18, 2017
The man with the cards once more turns his attention to Dawn as she passes by his table, kicking his legs off of the table and sitting up properly. When it becomes clear that she's going to pass him by, he breaks his stare and returns to shuffling the cards between his hands. Soon enough his attention is pulled to the front door as a new patron steps inside. Through the door indicated by the hanar, Dawn finds herself facing a wall. The hallway
continues to her left and right. The hall is filthy. A set of empty beer bottles sit on the floor just beside the door she entered through. The wall looks to have suffered some water damage at some point and there's a lingering, mildewy scent in the air. Only one other door is on the wall shared by the door she entered, and it says 'Staff Only' in the same sort of holographic, shifting text as the restroom sign. Other than that, there's four
nondescript doors on the opposite wall. Two on her right and two on her left. The loud music and cheering from the bar comes through loud and clear, and it's highly unlikely that another wall is going to do too much to further dampen the sound. Even out here in the hallway Dawn is able to hear a man and a woman going at it like rabbits in the room to her left without a care in the world.
Dawn scrunches up her nose at the smell, heading over to the indicated door. Her attention is briefly drawn to the room next to her own, a look of discomfort crossing her face. She shakes her head slightly and uses the key to enter her new room.
The door opens to an unremarkable room. The size evoking more of a 'prison cell' vibe than a bedroom. A low bed is in the corner directly in front of Dawn, covered in a stale blanket. To her left is a single, square table with a chair against each side of it. One circular light in the center of the ceiling illuminates the room. There's an empty beer bottle and an ashtray full of old cigarette butts beside the bed. It's the sort of room that
most likely sees more use being rented by the hour. Luckily, Dawn just put a deposit down on a full week.
Dawn steps through the door, taking in the small, miserable room with a slight grimace. "Great..." she mutters under her breath, briefly considering just outright leaving, but the weight of her baggage quickly causes her to reconsider that idea. She unclips the cloak and tosses it on the bed before unshouldering each of her bags in turn, putting them down along the wall. She removes her winter coat, packing it into one of the bags,
and then pauses briefly to massage her shoulders. Under the coat she's wearing a thin, slim-fitting hoodie. Her gaze wanders around the room as she squeezes her shoulder, her violet eyes searching for any sign of a camera or other monitoring equipment, hidden or otherwise.
There doesn't appear to be anything that immediately pops out as suspicious. As a matter of fact, given the lack of furnishings in the room, it would be pretty difficult to hide any sort of monitoring equipment. Cobwebs in the corners and a thin layer of dust are the only dressings on the wall aside from the occasional hint of water damage. There's a stain on one of the chair cushions that looks suspiciously like blood. The sort of stain that
was probably hand scrubbed a few times before given up on when it was clear it wasn't easily coming out. No worries, it looks like it probably dried long ago.
Dawn has a look of mild distaste on her face, but nonetheless seems satisfied for now by the basic visual inspection. She unzips her hoodie and stows it too away before pulling out a simple mat that she spreads over what little floor space is available. She stands back up, stretching her tattoo-covered arms, and then her legs, before kneeling down on the mat. Hands on her thighs, she closes her eyes, taking a deep breath. She starts
to tune out the sounds of the bar, a faint biotic ripple appearing in the air in front of her face as she takes another slow, deep breath. During her third breath, however, a particularly loud cry from the couple in the adjacent room disrupts her focus, the miniscule biotic field destabilizing and disappearing before really coming into being. She lets out a frustrated sigh as her eyes open, realizing any kind of meditation will
The sound of footsteps in the hall are accompanied by loud laughter, a pair of very-innebriated turian judging by the voices that follow. There's a thump against Dawn's wall as one of them leans into it to stay upright. A lull in the voices follows before the laughter kicks right back up and their footfalls can be traced to the adjacent room past Dawn's. Though dampened, even from here the obnoxious krogan can be heard every time he cackles.
The couple in the next room over kick things into high gear, causing a rhythmic thud against the wall every few seconds. 02:00. Had Dawn been particularly observant, this is the time she would have noticed for last call, hidden among the flurry of colors on the constantly shifting drink menu at one end of the bar counter. Until then, it's unlikely things will get much quieter.
Dawn shoots a glare at the wall, one of her hands trembling slightly before she clenches it into a fist, taking another deep breath and standing up with a small nod to herself. She opens up one of her bags to grab her leather jacket, which she slips on, covering her tattoos and the scars underneath quite well when coupled with the fingerless gloves. Her amp and the scar on her neck is more or less invisible between the collar and
her black hair. The entirety of her wardrobe aside from the hastily purchased cloak seems to be in various shades of black. She collects a few credit chits as well as a small pill bottle from her coat, stuffing them in an inner pocket of her jacket. Lacking a mirror, she uses her omni-tool camera to make a quick inspection of her appearance. Satisfied that her purple lipstick and dark eye makeup is still in place she heads
Dawn exits just in time to catch sight of the two drunk turian finally managing to get the door to their room open. Another burst of laughter ensues as they stumble inside, undoubtedly on their way to keep Dawn up half the night. "Rookie gets the next round!" comes the krogan's thundering voice from the bar, his voice mostly unhindered by the thin walls. Once Dawn is back out in the bar, things are much the same. And, once again, the man in
the brimmed hat pulls his attention back Dawn's way as he passes cards back and forth between his hands. He now has a second beer to accompany his own. It's placed across from him in front of an empty seat. He cocks a grin her way and gestures towards it with a nod as he holds the 'deck' in his right hand and tosses single cards to his left without so much as looking at what he's doing.
Dawn 's attention is quickly drawn to the man in the hat, and after her gaze falls on the beer, and his grin, she stops, sliding into the booth after a moment's consideration and a glance around the bar. She places her arms on the table, raising an eyebrow as she studies him.
The man returns the favor, holding her gaze for a number of moments. When it seems as though she's not about to speak up, his grey eyes fill with confusion. He has an unremarkable frame. Neither large nor noticeably small, he's rather average in every way. He's wearing a grey chestplate over a sleeveless shirt, but other than that, no armor to speak of, though he does little to hide the folded up Carnifex at his hip. On each hand is a 'glove'
of sorts that looks more akin to something an archer would use. A strap around his wrist that connects to three more straps that each lead to a small covering over the end of his thumb, index, and middle finger. A stylish haptic interface glove. The cards pass through the rest of his hand without resistance. He holds the entire deck in his right hand and presses the back of his left against them, shuffling them from his right to his left
through the back of his hand before catching them between his thumb and middle finger. "Figured Cole's guy would be-..." he looks Dawn over with a shrug, his grin returning, "...Well, a lil' more guy-like."
Dawn studies the card-shuffling with mild interest, but the man's words causes her eyebrow to rise further, and she glances out across the bar before leaning back in her seat, crossing her arms as she looks at him. "Why would you think that?" she asks. She's obviously been mistaken for someone else, but there's no immediate rush to let him know that, she supposes. Unlike most, or perhaps all, of the rest of the patrons she's
The man shrugs his shoulders as he considers the question, focusing on his cards for a moment. He begins dealing them out in front of himself in three piles, each one landing perfectly lined up with those before them. "Wait for my guy at the Blossom." he says simply, obviously repeating somebody else's words. "Seems pretty straightforward to me." He blinks a couple of times before giving a shake of his head, "It doesn't matter. Whaddya got for
me? Big and friendly isn't making this easy-..." he casts a glance towards the krogan at the bar before looking back to Dawn, "...so I'd rather get this over with and get the hell out of dodge before my insides become outsides."
Dawn listens with a neutral expression, briefly glancing the krogan's way when he's mentioned. She leans forward again, resting her crossed arms against the table and looking him over silently for a moment before speaking. "Depends... what are you looking for?" She has a barely noticable accent of indeterminate origin.
The man blinks a couple of times before slowly furrowing his brow. "What am I-..." he rolls his eyes as it becomes clear that Dawn isn't who he was waiting for. "Knew you weren't my guy!" he lies, pointing to her with an outstretched finger, "Honesty test, and, ya know what? You just failed. Yeah, that's right. Big fat F. For failed." he sighs and shakes his head, leaning back in his seat. "Not cool. Not. Cool." he mutters to himself before
Dawn seems mildly amused by the man's reaction, but quickly suppresses the reaction, giving a small shrug. "You invited me to sit." she points out. "Even though you were told to wait for a 'guy'. I think you might need to get better at your job." she says with another shrug, both her eyebrows rising briefly before she glances out across the bar. She's made no attempt to touch the beer in front of her.
The man blinks a couple of times, expression falling neutral. His eyebrows rise and fall as he seems to relent to her point. "Ya know what? That's fair. You just earned yourself a beer." he decides with a shrug and a nod towards the beer before her. He scoops up the three piles of cards and leans back, swinging his legs back up to rest his boots onto the table. "Sittin' around waiting for guys ain't exactly my job." he corrects as he
arches the pile of cards, causing them to shoot through the air before being caught in his other hand. "So if ya ain't my guy, what in the hell would cause you to get a room in this turd quesadilla?" he asks, having tuned in to the fact that she disappeared through the back door and returned a whole lot lighter.
Dawn glances at the beer, but makes no move to grab it. She eyes his boots as they go up on the table, but offers no comment. The question elicits a quiet snort. "New in town." she says. "This was the first place I found, so..." she trails off, shrugging.
The man goes to respond, but his attention is pulled away as a shadow looms over the table. The krogan's presence is preceded by the large thumps that sound out with each footfall, audible even over the rowdy crowd. "Sixteen hours, Lucky!" he growls at the man across from Dawn, slamming one meaty fist down onto the edge of the table that causes some of Dawn's drink- and the drink of the man opposite of her- to spill over onto the table. He's
large. Even for a krogan. His Enforcer armor is heavy and adorned with small dents and dings from shots that couldn't quite penetrate the thick plating. A single scar can be traced from his chin to his plating where it ends with a small chip in his carapace.
Lucky slowly releases a deep breath as he looks over to the krogan, forcing a big, fake smile into place. Though he doesn't look all that intimidating, not even bothering to take his boots off the table. He continues idly shuffling his holocards back and forth. "Oh, I'm aware, Brix. Just like I was aware it was seventeen hours when you reminded me an hour ago. Ya know how long I'll have in an hour?" He wiggles his eyebrows beneath his
brimmed hat, causing it to shake slightly atop his head, "That's right, big guy! Fifteen hours! As proud as I am that you've learned how to tell time, you really can quit bragging about it."
Brix grunts, his other hand coming down beside his first, causing another spill of beer. "I'm not fucking around!" he continues through clenched teeth, "And this makes us even!"
Lucky interjects. "Even? Really? Come on. I'm so far ahead of you on the debt table that I can't even see you in my rearview mirror anym-..."
Brix is quick to interrupt. "Even!" he repeats, seemingly assuming if he says it louder it makes it more true. "If I see you even trying to step past this block? You'll be a stain on my boot. If I see you in my city in sixteen hours and one minute? Stain. On. My. Boot. Hell, if I ever see you again in sixteen hours? Know what you'll be?"
Lucky tries to break the angry krogan out of his rant, but to no avail. "Brix. Brix! Brix? Br-... I can't help but tell that I'm still saying you're name and you're not-... Brix?" Finally, when Brix finishes his question and gives Lucky a chance to respond, the man gives a cocky grin. "Your new deputy, right? We'll go on all sorts of wild and crazy-..."
Lucky nods a bunch of times, "Right, right, the stain thing. Yeah, I figured as much. Look, Brix. I get it. Sixteen hours. Then I'm gone. No trouble. You have my word. And you know I never break my word."
Brix' lip curls, revealing his wide row of teeth. The stench of Ryncol fills the air as he takes a deep breath. "Your word isn't worth shit. Sixteen hours!" he repeats before stomping back over towards the bar. Mood seemingly soured, he purposely nudges into a random turian seated at the bar, causing him to tumble to the ground. At first, he seems confrontational. But then he gets sight of who knocked him out of his seat and eagerly
Lucky furrows his brow as Brix calls his word into question. "Wow, rude..." he mutters. But as the krogan stomps off, he calls out after him, "You have my word, Brix!" he reminds, "Great guy! Heart of gold! Seriously!" he continues. Once the krogan is out of earshot he looks back to Dawn with a shake of his head. "Fucking prick."
Dawn leans back a little when the krogan's fist comes down against the table, pulling her arms back until only her hands, one on top of the other, and her wrists, are left on the table, in order to avoid any of the spilled beer staining her clothes. She watches the exchange in silence, suppressing a slight flinch as the second hand comes down, but seeming otherwise unfazed by the massive krogan. Once Lucky looks back at her she
raises an eyebrow, leaning back against the backrest and pulling her hands off the table completely. "You in some trouble, Lucky?" she asks, having picked up on the name from Brix' shouting.
Lucky cocks an eyebrow as he looks Dawn's way. "C'mon. Does this look like the face of a troublemaker to you?" he asks, tilting his head to the side and giving a big, toothy smile. "But I s'pose I could be asking you the same question if you're finding yourself stuck in a hellhole like this." he takes a stab in the dark as he watches her from across the table. "...Miss....?"
Dawn scoffs slightly, studying Lucky's smile. "Dawn." she offers, arms crossing again. "And I suppose you could." She glances out across the bar briefly, gaze lingering on Brix before she turns her attention back to the man in front of her. "Think I asked first, though." She still hasn't shown any interest in the free beer.
Lucky shrugs his shoulders. "Trouble is a strong word. I'd say-...." he turns his attention to the cards in his hand as he considers his words. He fans them out before tracing behind the pattern with his finger, tucking them all back into place. "Not quite welcome." he decides before correcting himself, "Less than welcome." He pauses to consider that as well and shrugs again. "The opposite of welcome, is probably a better way of
puttin' it." He snickers to himself and glances back to the bar. If Dawn were paying attention, she'd notice that the Enforcers with Brix- a human, an asari, and two turian- have all casted more than their fair share of dirty looks towards their table. Lucky gives the asari a wink when she looks his way which gets a scowl in return. "But, whaddya gonna do, right?"
Dawn slowly raises an eyebrow at the series of corrections. She most certainly has noticed the looks cast by the Enforcers, but there's not much to be done about that at this point. "What's the deal with them?" she asks with a nod in the direction of the armored group. "Sounded like you're on a bit of a timer."
Lucky glances right back at the Enforcers from his relaxed position. "Them?" he asks with a less-than-subtle nod towards the group. Most likely purposely so. "Oh, they're a bunch of assholes. Work for the big man upstairs." he says matter-of-factly as he lifts his right hand, snaps his fingers as best as he can while wearing the haptic glove, and points upwards.
Dawn furrows her eyebrows slightly. "Cross?" she asks with a tilt of her head, well aware of the answer already, from the emblems on their armor. "Read about him and his... work." she says, her voice neutral.
Lucky snorts loudly, implying he has less-than-favorable views of the man. "The one and only. He's kind of a shit." he adds before furrowing his brow. "Apologies. That's offensive to bowel movements everywhere. Anyway, me and him don't exactly see eye-to-eye. So-..." he gestures towards the armored group at the bar that are clearly keeping tabs on him, "Here we are."
Dawn listens, looking out across the bar, but avoiding looking to the Enforcers for now. "Like I said, just got here. Haven't really had time to form any opinions. I got the impression he's pretty popular around here though..." she says, her gaze moving back to Lucky. It's an obvious invitation to elaborate.
Lucky pushes out his lower lip, narrows his eyes and giving a short nod as he mulls it over. "Sure. But, throw a sack of money into a homeless shelter and you're bound to make a few friends, right? And anyone that decides they don't want to be friends...? Or, you know, worship the ground he walks on...?" He arches the stack of cards once again, shooting them all towards Dawn. Of course they don't hit her. They simply glide right through
her. Lucky lifts his hand and drags his thumb across his neck. He holds his hand back up and does a small gesture that almost looks like sign language, causing all of the cards to shoot back into his hands as if playing the event in reverse. "Real asshole. Great style though!" he's quick to add, "But a reeeeeal asshole."
Dawn can't help but flinch just slightly as the holographic cards disappear through her, her gaze falling down to her chest as they return, reappering through her black top. Her gaze moves back to Lucky with the cards. "And that's why you're in a rush to meet with this... 'guy'? Because you don't want to be friends?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.
Lucky snickers to himself, shaking his head a few times. "You ask a whole lot of questions, ya know that?" he says, seeming amused but clearly unwilling to go into too much. He finally reaches for his own drink, much of which is now pooled on the table beside his glass complimentary of Brix, and takes a sip from his mug. "So what's your story?" he asks as he sets the mug back down. "Travelin' heavy, but not too heavy. Stayin' in a dump on
the outskirts of town. But-..." he furrows his brow, looking her over. As his gaze reaches the table, he leans to his side to look underneath before his brimmed hat pops back up. "Nope. Don't seem to be packin'." he decides. "Which is probably the most worrying thing about you." he adds, though the grin on his face implies he's none too worried.
Dawn snorts quietly at his analysis, giving a small shrug. It was only a matter of time before he'd get tired of the one-sided questioning, she'd known that. "I can handle myself, if I need to." she assures, her expression unchanging. "Guns aren't my thing." She glances toward Lucky's holstered Carnifex briefly, before looking back at his face. "Didn't realize everyone would be armed out here, though." she lies.
Lucky catches the look that goes towards the holstered weapon. He grips the deck of cards tightly between his thumb and index finger and makes to snap his fingers, despite the cards between them, which causes the deck to poof out of existence. He reaches for his Carnifex, causing it to unfold when his hand nears it. He lifts it, weighing the heft in his hand. "They come in handy out here. Never know what kind of asshole might hop out of
some dark alley at ya." He twirls the heavy pistol around his index finger by the grip, sweeping his thumb along the button on the side of it as he does, causing it to collapse back down to a small brick that he restows on his magnetic holster.
Lucky rolls his eyes, mouthing the words 'A stain on my boot.' to Dawn as they thunder from the krogan's mouth. "Sorry Brix. Didn't catch that. Hard to understand you when you've got Cross' dick so far down your throat." he calls back. A small raise of his eyebrows follows, pleased with himself for his mighty, totally mature quick wit. "Anyway. Might wanna consider pickin' a piece up for yourself. Pretty thing like you out here?" he
Dawn 's gaze is drawn from the gun when the krogan calls out, and she listens to the exchange in silence. The following comment prompts her to flash an unamused smile. "I'll take that under consideration." she says, her voice still not betraying any emotion. "What is that? A Carnifex? Hear they're good for dealing with krogan." she comments with a shrug before changing the subject: "So if your job is not waiting for this guy - who
doesn't seem to be showing up, by the way..." she says, turning slightly to glance at the door before resuming: "...then what is it?"
Lucky gives a small nod as Dawn asks about his weapon. The added comment about the krogan, causes his grin to widen and turn to Brix. "Here's hopin', eh?" he says in nearly a whisper. But at the mention of his contact who, as she's so kindly pointed out, still hasn't arrived, his gaze moves to the door and he sucks in a deep breath. "Lil' of this. Lil' of that." With a second consideration, he cocks his head to the side, "....Might be a bit
'in between' things right now. But, good things come to those who wait, right?" As the door opens, his gaze snaps to it, only for disappointment to cross his face, wiping his grin away.
Dawn nods slightly, a mildly amused snort escaping her as Lucky's gaze shoots to the door. "Sounds like I shouldn't expect to see you around here in the future?" she asks with a quick glance toward Brix, obviously referring to their recent exchange. She leans forward a little, moving her arms back to the table, one hand grabbing the beer and rotating the glass idly, while her other hand grips her lower arm. Her short nails are
painted violet, matching her unnatural eye color. Only part of her fingers are visible, the rest hidden by her gloves. The top halves of the glove fingers appear to have been cut off manually, judging by the frayed edges.
Lucky gives another snicker. "Eh. Ya never know, right?" he asks with a glance back towards Brix. "If things keep goin' my way?" his gaze moves back to Dawn and he gives a couple of confident nods, "...I'm sure I'll find my way home. They don't call me Lucky for-..." his words are cut short as his gaze shoots to the door once again when it opens. This time it's more than just disappointment on his face. "...Ah shit." he mutters before
swinging his boots off the table and leaning forward on his elbow, eyes on Dawn. "Alright, look sweetheart. If things go south, you just keep your head low and get under the table, alright?" he whispers, unaware of just who, exactly, he's talking to. He slowly inches out of the booth, beer in-hand. Eyes fixed on whoever just came in through the door.
Dawn raises an eyebrow at Lucky's reaction, turning in her seat to look toward the door as he slips out of the booth.
In the doorway is a man. Human. Dark skin. His hands are up. At his back is an asari. Dark blue with lighter blue markings that cross her browline and go down both sides of her face, across her cheeks. Much like Brix and his pals, she's in an Enforcer hardsuit. And she has a Predator pressed against the back of the man. Not everyone notices immediately, but those that do turn their attention to the pair. She gestures towards the bartender and,
Lucky's grin only partially manifests as he looks across the room at the new arrivals. Brix and his companions have all swiveled around, and a big toothy grin is spread from ear-to-ear on the krogan. "Aleenin! Shit, I did not expect you to be here. But- holy hell! You're looking great! Fantastic! Seriously! You don't look a day over five hundred. Did you do something with your head-..."
Aleenin nudges the man whose back she has a gun to forward. "Shut up, Lucky! And hands where I can see them!" she demands. She casts a glance around the room, gesturing for everyone to stay in their seats. By now, most of the room has clued in to what's going on and the bar has gone eerily silent. "Please remain calm and seated." she instructs the rest of the patrons, "No cause for alarm. Once my duties are fulfilled, you can all get back
Lucky's voice trails off, "...crests..." His hands raise to about head level, allowing him to tilt his head to the side and awkwardly sip at his drink as Aleenin addresses the crowd without lowering his hands. But his silence is short lived as he looks to the man in front of the asari, giving a little wave with his fingertips. "Hey." he says, to which the man awkwardly responds in kind, looking quite distraught. "Cole?" Lucky asks. The man
lowers his gaze, giving a short, dejected nod. Lucky sighs loudly, raising and lowering his eyebrows as he glances to Dawn. "Told ya he said it was a guy." he whispers.
Dawn tenses a little as she spots the drawn weapon, but she remains seated and silent, one arm on the backrest of the booth as she watches the scene. Her only response to Lucky is a brief glance to his face before her attention returns to the Aleenin and Cole's man.
Lucky gives a deep sigh as his eyes move back to Aleenin, hands still up beside his head. Well, hand. Hand and beer mug. "Look, I get it. You're pissed. I'm not supposed to be here and-... whoops, here I am. But! But!" he emphasizes, "Allow me to present a counterpoint. Brix said I could." he shrugs, big smile crossing his face as he looks to Brix. "Aint that right, buddy. So, you know. Just let me and my friend-..." he nods to the
Aleenin looks from Lucky to Brix. "Who do you think tipped me off?" she asks. It's not a question she needs answered, obviously. She takes a deep breath as she looks back to Lucky. "I told you, Lucky. I warned you. You didn't listen. This isn't your home anymore. Cross has rules. You broke those rules. Now don't make this any harder than it needs to be. Come on."
Brix' toothy grin only grows when he's revealed to be the one who ratted Lucky out. "Twenty-thousand credits for your capture, Lucky. You'd do the same."
Lucky furrows his brow as his gaze snaps to Brix. "No. No I wouldn't. And do you know why I wouldn't, Brix? I'm gonna tell you why. I'm gonna tell you why, Brix. Here's why, Brix. This is why. Brix. Beefcake. Because I'm not an asshole."
Lucky winces, attention moving along the row of Enforcers alongside Brix. He swings his head from one side to the other when he's called out. "Well, yeah, but I'm not. You are! And-... And that's pretty shitty, man."
Dawn continues to observe the back-and-forth, her expression neutral as her gaze moves from Aleenin to Brix, to Lucky, before going back to the asari with the gun.
Aleenin lets out a short, frustrated sound that almost sounds like a whine. "Make him-... Just make him shut. Up." she pleads. "Goddess, Lucky! You know we didn't want this but-... how many chances have we given you?!" she continues. There's a familiarity between them and, at least on some level, a mutual respect. Judging by the asari's tone, this isn't something she's happy to be doing. "Now come on." she continues, shoving
Lucky, hands still up at his head, looks quite offended. "First? Rude. Second...?" a moment of silence passes as Aleenin nears him. He casts a brief glance Dawn's way, giving her a quick wink before performing a small gesture with his free hand. Suddenly, the bright orange deck materializes in his hands and he arches the cards, shooting them right into the face of Aleenin. Beer mug in-hand, he makes a break for the bathroom.
"GetfuktBrix!" his only words as he slugs back a quick sip of his booze before allowing the glass to crash to the ground.
Aleenin is caught off guard by the parlor trick, but she recovers soon enough. Were she to want him dead, she'd have more than enough time to get a shot off. But she hesitates. Or, perhaps, it's just a fear of collateral damage. The bar is filled with innocent bystanders, after all. Then again, she could probably just sweep him up with her biotics. Nonetheless, Lucky makes it into the bathroom unharmed. She makes it to the bathroom a
few steps behind him and instantly brings a palm up to her forehead. "He went out the window..." Snapping her attention to the other Enforcers, she gives a confused shake of her head. "What are you-... Perimeter! Go!"
Brix leaps off of his stool when Lucky makes a break for it, but there's no time for him to stop the man. "You little shit!" he growls, unable to prevent his 20,000 credits from escaping. On Aleenin's orders, he and his companions storm out the front door, tugging Cole's man along with them.
Dawn seems slightly confued as Lucky winks at her. She actually seems a little amused by the rather stylish escape that follows, a hint of a smirk tugging briefly at one corner of her lip as she watches the Enforcers scramble, but she's quick to suppress it.
Aleenin balls her free hand into a fist as she holsters her Predator, pacing a few steps before turning her attention to Dawn. It doesn't take long for the long-lived asari to overcome her frustration, however, and soon enough her posture relaxes and her fist unclenches. "You." she says, approaching the booth. "You were here with him? What is your relation to that man?" she begins to question. Others in the bar are still looking around,
uncertain as to what just transpired. Nobody seems ready to leave their seats yet and the bar continues to remain silent.
Dawn gives a small shrug, leaning back in her seat. "Just met him. He... mistook me for someone else. Wasn't going to turn down the free drink, so..." she says dismissively.
Aleenin cocks her head to the side, silently scrutinizing the woman for a number of moments, attempting to decide whether or not she believes her. "What did he tell you? Do you know why he was here?" she asks, her gaze moving across the table. To the drink in front of Dawn.
Dawn looks right at Aleenin for the duration of her scrutiny, her expression unflinching. She folows the asari's gaze to the drink, before going back to her face. "Just that he was waiting for someone." she sasy with another shrug. "What's all this about?" she asks, putting on a look of slight confusion as she glances around the bar.
Aleenin sighs, seemingly deciding the woman in front of her isn't lying. "I wish I knew." she mutters as her gaze looks over the puddles left behind on the table by Brix. Flashing lights can be seen through the bar's windows now. Her gaze moves to the front door before returning to Dawn. "That man you were sharing a drink with? There's a warrant out for his arrest." she says, implying there's at least some sort of process through which
their legal system works. "And there's a price on his head." she continues, her gaze lowering briefly at the mention of it, "Running around out there he's likely to get himself killed by someone looking for a quick payday. If you know anything...." she studies Dawn, letting the silent request linger. Her concerns seem sincere.
Dawn gives a slight shake of her head. "Sorry. That's all I know." she says with a raise of her eyebrows, meeting Aleenin's gaze again while she replies, and then glancing over at the door through which the rest of the Enforcers stormed out.
Aleenin closes her eyes, giving a few more shallow nods. She raises her left hand and the deep blue holographic interface of her omni-tool surrounds her forearm. She pokes at it a few times and, soon enough, Dawn would recieve her contact info. "I'm with the Enforcers. Aleenin." she finally says, as if that wasn't clear by now. Her tone implies that she believes her name carries weight. And perhaps it would if Dawn was a local. "If you
'remember' anything or-..." she shakes her head, "...he comes back? Contacts you? Please. Let me know. I just want to resolve this without anyone getting hurt." A few more swipes and the glow shrinks away.
Dawn gives a nod, her right arm still resting on the back of the booth. "Alright." she says, lifting her left hand to check her omni-tool. The projection is, unsurprisingly, violet.
Aleenin gives a single nod in turn, studying Dawn in silence for a few more moments before taking her leave. All eyes continue to remain on Aleenin as she moves towards the door. As she finally reaches it, she turns back, casting a glance around the room. "Carry on." she says calmly before pivoting and exiting the room. There's something of a collective sigh when she exits the room, but it's not long before things return to how they were
before her arrival. Loud music kicks back up. Laughing. Shouting. An argument from the booth next to Dawn's. And a reminder that it's probably going to be a very long, very loud night in her small, dirty room.
Dawn visibly relaxes as well once Aleenin leaves the bar, despite her apparent calm during their exchange. She eyes the half-spilled beer, and then the spot where Lucky sat, a thoughtful look on her face for a moment before her attention turns to the remaining patrons in the bar. A disgruntled sigh escapes her at the thought of staying at this loud, cramed, filthy place. She slides out of the booth and starts heading over to the