purgatorydancer:

paladinedwards:

"I wasn’t on the Citadel when Chora’s was in business; from what I heard though it was a nightmare, I was amazed that C-sec hadn’t taken the business apart as soon as it opened."

Ze’ev shrugged and his brow wrinkled with a distasteful expression. “I was lucky Purgatory was opening when I arrived on the Citadel, and I made the acquaintance of a bartender working at Purgatory. Chora’s owner made strategic ‘donations’ to C-Sec, and hired rather skilled mercs as bouncers. So long as there were no murders…” He sighed. “At any rate, what is done is done. Purgatory has a reputation to keep, so dealings there are strictly clean, even backstage.”

Ethan nodded and let out a little sound like “mmmm” to indicate that he understood.  Business like that were more common back on Omega, where as long as Aria got her cut, and the storefront was kept mostly clean, a business could literally have skeletons in their closets.  But he knew the same principle could apply in the pristine Citadel.

"Good, there’s too much terror in the Galaxy to have to look for it here too."

bioticlore:

paladinedwards:

Ethan was hesitant in providing a description, he still din’t know this woman and wasn’t completely sure he could trust her, besides he already had his own suspicions about what had happened to the both of them the night before and there were a few possibilities about her he was considering; most likely that they were both hunting the same bounty.

"First, tell me something, what is it that you do?"

Her right eye twitched in slight irritation as she tried not to roll her eyes, “I’m a gun-for-hire, people pay for my services for protection or labor…” Her voice trailed off and her eyes narrowed, looking off past his shoulder in thought. She’d been hired for something, that’s why she’d been at the bar last night. Her gaze rose back to meet his, suspicion making her jaw clench, “Or occasionally to track people down.”

Her stance shifted to be more drawn up, her hands rested on her hips and she stared at him, “If you’re playin’ at this, you got another thing coming buddy. I may deal with a questionable crowd, but I don’t take well to coiners.”

Ethan smiled, he suspected, but confirmation was always a bonus, sure, they were double booked on hunting down the same guy, but as long as they were in the same boat, they might as well paddle.

"I’m a PI, used to be a gun for hire, I guess I still mostly am; just hired by different sorts or people now."

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purgatorydancer:

paladinedwards:

Ethan thought about his past “exploits” in the Purgatory bar, it wasn’t exactly his usual hangout, too much noise, too many lights, it was a bar for visitors and partiers; Ethan usually was only there to survey a target, track someone looking to enjoy the famed night life of the Citadel, or to meet a contact, people who thought that the noise and crowds would mask their presence.

But he did see the show, the armor was a fairly realistic match; and given the number of Asari Commandos he’d fought before that he wanted to see naked, it was a welcome diversion.

"It was a good time, not exactly something you see every day."

Ze’ev laughed as a hand made an airy gesture. “We try our best. And Boss makes sure the rules are followed: no drugs, sex to raise extra credits is on the side on your own time and not part of the business, and no violence. She treats us well and looks out for the patrons as well. It is better than Chora’s Den, in my opinion. Certainly less hazardous to the dancers.”

"I wasn’t on the Citadel when Chora’s was in business; from what I heard though it was a nightmare, I was amazed that C-sec hadn’t taken the business apart as soon as it opened."

bioticlore:

paladinedwards:

Ethan Started grabbing his clothes off of the floor, he noticed the girl trying her best to avoid looking at him and smirked as he bent over to pick up his pants to give her a little show.

He had hoped that the medical functions of his omni-tool would be able to show him exactly what had happened to him, a quick blood scan should show him how he got so knocked out, but without the omni-tool, that wasn’t possible.  But without the confirmation, he still had a suspicion.  Garrim, the damn thief he was tracking, probably snuck a mickey into his drink.

Ethan was holding his clothes around his waist when Lore offered her name, and looked back up while starting to put underwear on, “Ethan, Ethan Edwards.”

She huffed when she finally gave up, standing straight as he dressed himself, “Ethan, right.” She repeated his name over several times in her head at different paces until one seemed to stick, E. Than. E-than. She sighed, “Look, I’ve got short-term memory loss, so without my ‘tool I won’t remember a thing. Unless of course you remember something that might cause a spark?”

She fixed her shirt, realized that she’d thrown her bra on a little to hastily while attempting to escape the room and was partially falling out of it. She fixed that too with a little lift and tuck right in front of him. She cleared her throat and met his gaze. If he had the humor to do his little show, she did too. “So, before I forget your name, what exactly were you doing at the bar last night?”

Ethan was hesitant in providing a description, he still din’t know this woman and wasn’t completely sure he could trust her, besides he already had his own suspicions about what had happened to the both of them the night before and there were a few possibilities about her he was considering; most likely that they were both hunting the same bounty.

"First, tell me something, what is it that you do?"

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bioticlore:

paladinedwards:

Ethan thought back to the night before.  ”I know I didn’t drink that much.”  He knew he could have drank enough to put him in a strange hotel with a strange girl and no memory of either.  But he wouldn’t have that night, he was on the job, tracking a thief, and he knew he could keep himself on the ball.

And then a suspicion hit him, he stood up out of the bed, pulling the sheets away and not caring at that moment that they were no longer covering anything and patted down his jacket.  ”Shit, my omni-tool’s gone.”

Lore instinctively checked her wrist, noticing that her omni-tool had also been taken, the shallow indents of where it habitually sat were barely visible. Mentally, she raged. Without her omni’ - and with her current state of memory - she was practically useless in the effort to remember what had happened, or why she’d even been there. She did remember it had been of some importance. She also remembered that her pants had seemed heavier before. Her hands flew to her hips. Shit! She lifted her arm in an uppercut gesture to show him her bare wrist, her voice seething, “My ‘tool’s gone too. So’s my p….ehem…my piece.”

If her sudden stutter was obvious then so was her shifting eyes as she tried to look anywhere but this naked man’s groin. Surely she’d remember that. And yet she didn’t. Lore wasn’t sure if that was good or bad, and quickly turned in a hastened attempt to look around the room for her things. She glanced back at him, “Name’s Lore. Well, Lorelei, but Lore’s fine.”

Ethan Started grabbing his clothes off of the floor, he noticed the girl trying her best to avoid looking at him and smirked as he bent over to pick up his pants to give her a little show.

He had hoped that the medical functions of his omni-tool would be able to show him exactly what had happened to him, a quick blood scan should show him how he got so knocked out, but without the omni-tool, that wasn’t possible.  But without the confirmation, he still had a suspicion.  Garrim, the damn thief he was tracking, probably snuck a mickey into his drink.

Ethan was holding his clothes around his waist when Lore offered her name, and looked back up while starting to put underwear on, “Ethan, Ethan Edwards.”

purgatorydancer:

paladinedwards:

Ethan chuckled and thought back to his times at the Purgatory bar, “I think I saw that show, she was just pulling the armor plates off piece by piece.  And a dry Kimono would be better than a soggy anything.”

"The rifle in that show is one that no longer works. No thermal clip can be put in it, and it was re-finished so it looks like new. The girls who do the Commando show simply enjoy having that element which not many people expect on their first time viewing it." He shrugged as if to say ‘to each their own’. "And what was your impression, Sere Edwards, on seeing the show?"

Ethan thought about his past “exploits” in the Purgatory bar, it wasn’t exactly his usual hangout, too much noise, too many lights, it was a bar for visitors and partiers; Ethan usually was only there to survey a target, track someone looking to enjoy the famed night life of the Citadel, or to meet a contact, people who thought that the noise and crowds would mask their presence.

But he did see the show, the armor was a fairly realistic match; and given the number of Asari Commandos he’d fought before that he wanted to see naked, it was a welcome diversion.

"It was a good time, not exactly something you see every day."

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informationbrokertsoni:

⚠ - An emergency text

[MSG; Ethan]: Please, hurry. I am in need of assistance!

purgatorydancer:

paladinedwards:

"Oh, I’ve worn the odd form fitting piece of clothing, but I’ve usually got armor on over it."  he extended his hand to the Drell, shaking it and swatting at his clothes to try and purge some of the water, "Ethan Edwards."

The dancer nodded, a playful smile on his lips at Ethan’s attempts to get dry. But he graciously accepted the hand and shook it. “I find such is the case with many people these days.” Ze’ev had personally never worn armour for his kills. Not even on the stealth missions, as opposed to his seductive ones. It was always simply form-fitting clothing.

"You will find armour only on the bouncers at Purgatory, unless one of the Asari girls does a Commando act," the Drell continued. He shrugged easily at this fact, unfazed. "The rest…well, I mentioned form-fitting clothing. Actually…I might still have some kimonos from when there was a Japanese theme…"

Ethan chuckled and thought back to his times at the Purgatory bar, “I think I saw that show, she was just pulling the armor plates off piece by piece.  And a dry Kimono would be better than a soggy anything.”

bioticlore:

paladinedwards:

"I know I was supposed to be doing something else.  And by the looks of things…"  Ethan looked around over the somewhat cheap hotel room, and the pretty girl in it.  "By the looks of things I didn’t get them done."

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"But all things being equal, I think it turned out okay."

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She recognized his flirting and relented in the tiniest of smiles as she looked him over, “I suppose it could have gone worse. Definitely could go without the killer headache though.” Her head throbbed but she still brought up the bright display of her omni-tool in an attempt to figure out what she had been doing…before this. She groaned, “Damn, I didn’t think I drank that much.”

Ethan thought back to the night before.  ”I know I didn’t drink that much.”  He knew he could have drank enough to put him in a strange hotel with a strange girl and no memory of either.  But he wouldn’t have that night, he was on the job, tracking a thief, and he knew he could keep himself on the ball.

And then a suspicion hit him, he stood up out of the bed, pulling the sheets away and not caring at that moment that they were no longer covering anything and patted down his jacket.  ”Shit, my omni-tool’s gone.”