**Zevia**
"You know you enjoyed it. Not a bad tongue on you that's for sure." she smirked. "But as you can see sometimes you don't need to be blunt to get what you want." she motioned to the cores she had in her pouch. "Now lets head to my contact and get us a ship."
Raddia is almost mesmerized by the dancer's moves, amazed by her flexibility and grace despite the grungy surroundings. Nervously, she remembers herself and asks, "Right...I'm looking for a good ship. Heard of anyone trying to sell one off? My that's a nice move..." The commando blushes deeper as she watches the dancer stretch her barely clothed body.
"Really hate to see the other guy then, used to serve myself. Had a bit of a falling out." Talon looked over the stock, he wasn't much of a drinker, never having aquired much of a taste for anything alchoholic, "I'll just take whatever's on tap," he said as he brought up his omnitool, a hologram of their ship floating above his hand, "This is what we've got now, not exactly subtle and certainly not very maneuverable or manageable in a fire fight. Beaut though, don't make them like these anymore."
**Raddia**
The dancer smiled, "Glad I entice you."
Ignutius sniffed a little causing the asari dancer to somewhat pause. "What the hell? A Varren?" she said a little disgusted by the beast while Iggy just tilted his head curious to the asari's reaction.
**Talon**
The bartender poured Talon a thick brew that looked more solid then liquid, and while Talon talked the turian kept cleaning a few glasses keeping silent as he looked at the hologram getting a slight smirk as the young turian kept on with his sale.
"They don't make them because they are junk." he grumbled as he put a few glasses down and made another drink for another customer. "It's why they were dedicated to prison transportation....and the turian laser fire doesn't help the value." he paused looking at the turian carefully. "I take your falling out wasn't as long ago as you made it out to be." he narrowed his eyes slightly waiting for Talon to reply or drink his glass.
Tritop continued to watch carefully, he wasn't liking how this would be bartender was poking his nose into their business.
Gerris snorted, her own way of counting to 10. She wasn't going to play her game, and next time the voluptuous quarian tried to sneak up on her like that she'd just meet her lips with her fist.
"Where's your contact?" she asked, focusing on their mission ahead.
"Was just recently, had a dissagreement with my commander over the new dress code. Apparently making the female armor topless is a dangerous misuse of power." Talon chuckled a bit as he picked up the glass, "Personally I thought it'd be a huge boost to the morale of the troops." he chuckled, keeping up the image of a harmless fool.
Raddia's eyes widened as she noticed Ignatius had followed her inside after being rather quiet. Sighing lightly, she slipped the dancer a few credits for the dance, and told her with an innocent grin, "He's my pet." The commando glanced over at Ignatius and motioned for him to lay down to try and get him out of eyesight of the dancer.
**Raddia**
"Pet?!" The dancer stammered as she watched Ignutius lay down as commanded. "Well I guess I've seen everything." she muttered as she took the credit chit from Raddia. "Anyways, I'm just a dancer not much of a ships merchant, but you might want to speak to Velk the bartender he does have a few leads on good ships." she smiled. "That's all I can do for you, but if you have some time perhaps I can give you a private show hmm?" The dancer murred as she brushed her rear against Raddia.
**Zevia**
"He'll be at a bar....just have to remember the name of it. Hell's Heaven....Hell something..." she pondered as they walked down the alleyway. "Right Hell's Gate, and it should be.....right there." she pointed to the neon lights that blinked with a heavy bass sound booming from the building. "Let's just hope the others haven't wandered too far off and perhaps they got some weapons.
**Talon**
The turian snorted slightly not amused by Talon's fool act. "A joker huh....guess the turian army is desperate to fill its ranks." he said sternly as he folded his arms making his biceps flex a little. "If you want a ship you can finish your drink and talk to some of those rats in the markets. Might get a used thermo clip for your ship." he paused. "But if you want a real ship then you need serious credits."
Raddia nearly drooled as she saw the lovely, round rump near her face before she shook her head. "That would be nice...b-but I really do need to find a new ship. Maybe next time I'm around." She patted Iggy's side, motioning him to follow, the girl trying to hide her blush as she looked about for a bartender before seeing Talon talking to another turian behind the bar. Is that Velk? Oh whatever, at least Talon's having better luck than me. The asari took up a stool beside her ally and waited for them to finish talking.
"Don't know which is worse, the offer or the fact that it's more than I expected." Talon groaned a bit, as he downed his drink suddenly shaking from the burning feeling as it ran down his throat, "Phew, was that a drink or military grade napalm?" he coughed slightly before noticing Raddia taking a seat next to him, "Any luck on your end?" he asked as he glanced back towards the Asari she'd been talking to .