*Arc decides that while he is waiting for his private meeting with Jakar to be scheduled, that he should go to the bar and make some small talk, he scans the area for someone who looks interesting... as if on que a caldari man walks up to the bar and orders a very odd looking drink that arc had never seen before

*Arc walks up to the man "Hello, the name's Arc, what brings a caldari man like you to a gallente club like this?"
*Arc motions the bartender "I'll have one of what he's having,, if that's alright with you mate?"

Denak looks up to Jakar after his drink was delivered, nodding to him firmly while taking a sip. "Yes. Since I run this facility mostly, I thought to seek you out and welcome you here, also wanted to see what kind of a venue you had built here." He explains, giving him a small bow as a greeting, and after that another sip.

"Ahh... You must be..." Jakar pauses trying to remember the name. "...Denak Kalamari. Namas." Jakar respectfully returns the bow. "I must obviously ask what you think so far."

Noticing that everyone he was talk to was busy now 21 gets up and walks toward Juvenile and asks him " How are you tonight I don't believe we have met before." He then orders what Juvenile is having. When it arrives he doesn't drink it.

Denak bows his head in return, along with giving him a small smile. "Haa, namas jaater Umbra. Krpaayabal sabha tah." he replies in Intaki, downing the rest of his drink in one swift gulp. "Honestly, this isn't really a venue for me. Too much noise, heat, distractions, you get the idea. It is a nice place otherwise though, and your customers seem to be enjoying it so I'd say you have succeeded quite well." he adds, looking over Jakar curiously before speaking up again: "If I may ask, what spurred you to construct this place? There's already plenty of bars and nightclubs here."

Jakar sighs, clearly not understanding what Denak said. "This is what I get for only learning a few words so far. I should really step it up." He smiles.

"As for why I built the place..." Jakar pauses and looks around the room as though reflecting on something. A weary looks appears on his face. Without looking back at Denak he continues. "I fight so these people, my people, can live without a care. I fight so they don't have to. Though lately I feel like I've been stuck in a loop, so I opened this to take a break, and also to remind myself. I hope that makes sense."

Denak smiles and bows in understanding, deciding to take the liberation of translating it into Gallente. "Hello brother. Pleased to meet you." he assures, glancing around the nightclub again. "I suppose you weren't taught Intaki when you were a child? It's not an easy language to learn."

"Burning out is common, it's understandable to wind down a little from all the death and fighting." he replies, deciding to order another tea from the bartender in the meanwhile. "And what people are you protecting, if I may ask? I have my own goals of helping liberate Intaki and her colonies from the Federation, so I'm interested."

"Actually I'm a true Gallente. Well... you know what I mean, not Intaki or Jin-mei. I recently began looking into the cultures of the Gallente people and I know you're Intaki so I thought it appropriate. I want to know more about what I fight for and who I walk among."

"The Gallente in general. I don't trust the government to do it. They are too cowardly, sitting behind desks stuffing faces and lining pockets. We as a people often forget that there are prices to be paid for our liberties, some prices more hefty than others. Freedom isn't free after all. I fight to reduce the price and I'll do whatever I can to keep it that way. That way they get to worry about trivial things. The latest fashions, the latest holoreels, what to buy for lunch... What to get for their lover's birthday..."

"Sorry. I got a little dark there for a moment. You said you desire to liberate the Intaki from the Federation. I personally would hate to lose the Intaki both as a people and as a culture." The bartender puts the drink on the counter in front of Jakar, who takes a quick sip of it.

"No need to apologize, I deal with a lot of dark things myself, I know the feel." he assures with a nod, looking at his cup and letting out a brief sigh, upon thinking about his own problems. "Anyway, liberating ourselves from the Federation doesn't mean completely cutting ties with them. For all the bad decisions they have done, there has also been some good, just not enough to justify our stay within the Federation. Intaki can still remain in the Federation and share our beliefs, our culture and our ways, our main goal is to make sure the people living in our homeworld and her colonies do not have to be afraid of militia and pirates every day, and be free from the politcal -- and cultural pressure of the Gallente."

Denak pauses for a moment to take another sip of his tea, followed by another sigh.

"That said, I'll probably continue rambling about the situation for hours on end, so I'll stop here."

"Well I hope that should you succeed, and trust me I hope you do, that I can still call you a Gallente brother. In your struggle just remember that the Gallente people and the Gallente government are not the same thing. You seem a little uncomfortable. If it's the music, the upper levels aren't as loud if you'd like to continue talking there." Jakar motions to the stairs.

Denak sinks his head a little, stirring the liquid in his cup a little before taking another sip, leaning himself more against the bar counter. "They may be different, but both of them don't treat the Intaki so well. We get pushed into lowsec to the mercy of pirates and on top of that have to suffer from a constant and endless war over our heads in the terms of Empyrean War by the government. The people on the other hand constantly pressure us for melding into their culture, forgetting our ways for the greater Gallentean collective. I'm not saying all Gallenteans are like that, you are one of the few I like. But the majority doesn't seem to think highly of us." he explains, pausing briefly to catch a breath and take another sip before continuing: "Our problem is not political exclusively, but also social and cultural."

Denak paused again to take another sip of his tea, draining the cup empty too and setting it back down on the counter for a bartender to collect, opening the virtual interface on the bar to pay for the drinks. When he mentioned him being uncomfortable, he looked over to the stairs gestured, simply shrugging. "I'll manage, I usually wind down from these kind of places in the temple or in my quarters. Intaki rituals can soothe me quite a bit." he explains, giving Jakar a reassuring smile and nod.

He steps up to Arc. "Ahh. You're back. Thank you for obliging to my request. I'm sorry I was so forceful about it but without certain measures in place the chaotic nature of reveling can easily become the chaotic nature of rioting."

"Ahh no problem mate, i shulda known better. Anyways on to business, If you are ever in need of some financial support, know that you can come to me, I know it must not be cheap to run and maintain a club like this. Of course if we were to agree on this all i'd ask in return is a seat at the bar, and some recognition. Not that you need help right now, but if the time comes, just let me know" *Arc smiles at Jakar and shakes his hand.

Denak simply bows his head to Jakar when he goes off to talk to other people, noticing that one more tea was delivered to him on the bar. He didn't want it to go to waste, so instead he remained in the nightclub, looking around inquisitively at the people, especially at Mistaahh and Kador. His and Kador's gazes seemed to meet for a brief moment too, simply tilting his head slightly in curiosity as he got a glimpse of his female companion, before going back to his tea.

"Yes quite tangy indeed" Arc replies while his face puckers up from the lime. "Also i heard you askin about who runs this place, i believe his name is Jakar Umbra, or somethin" *Arc takes another drink, this time he is prepared, and his face doesn't make a fool of him.
"I'm sorry i don't think i caught your name"?

As the pair approach the bar Kador notices Denak out of the corner of his eye, he looks somewhat interested in the pair. Kador gives a slight wave, gestures for the woman behind him to follow, they make their way through the nightclub to the bar.

"Denak, Ashaltiasten." says Kador, proffering a hand to the Intaki. "How are you these days?"

He gestures to the woman behind him.

She is tall and mortal, perhaps reaching five foot eight, has a darker ocher skin tone, her facial features are soft, tapered eye lashes hover over startling grey/violet eyes, full lips. Her slim features are attractive, somewhat, she is lean, muscled, almost stringy. Hardly a day over 22 by most eyes, yet could pass for younger.
She wears a flowing silken dress, crimson almost in the light, but more like to have been some deep vermillion shade, cut in a low neck line, plunging, something Kador definitely did not approve of, exposing much of her slim form, yet concealing the small of her back.

A long flowing lock of raven black hair over her right shoulder, doing an admirable job, yet not disguising, a pale ropy scar on her neck and shoulder which seemed to run down onto her back, a remnant of some long passed trauma.

She also proffers a hand, in a more feminine gesture of greeting

"Ashaltiasten" She says softly " A pleasure to meet a friend of Kado.... uh my Master's"

"You're not the first person to make me such an offer and I doubt you'll be the last. Still, like I told the other person, I'm waiting for things to stabilize before I start accepting investors. I only just opened after all." Jakar took a sip from the drink he was still holding, thankful for his leisure clone's high alcohol tolerance. "I must ask however, what do you think about the club so far?"

Denak swiftly stands up from his stool to give the pair a respectful bow, before accepting the offered hands and shaking them, first Kador's and then his companion's. "Namas, pleasure to meet you." He greets before sitting back on his stool to sip at his tea again.

"I didn't know you were a holder, what's her name?" He asks curiously, eyeing the woman over with curiosity, she certainly had interesting characteristics to her, but his gaze didn't linger for long as to not give Kador a wrong impression, looking back at him.

Kador shrugs apologetically. " This is Satja of the Vherikior.... and no quite right I'm not a Holder in a traditional sense."

"Indeed" Satja nods. "I am technically under another Holder's authority, but serve Ka...Master here as a sort of retainer."

As if to give his approval Kador nods, he gestures to the bar man "Anything specific?" he asks the pair. Satja shakes her head, its plain she is enjoying the nightclub immensely.

*Arc looks at Jakar "Well mate i obviously don't hate it if i'm willing to invest ISK into it."

*Arc takes on a more serious face "But yes it is a nice club, i enjoy the music, and most of the people here are nice. I'm unwilling to try the casino because i don't like taking a risk without processing my likely hood of winning, and if it isn't a good chance i won't do it. I've no time for a relationship of any kind, and i'm an awfull dancer, so i avoid the dance floor and pleasure rooms. heck my dancing would scare people more than my dropsuit did that one time. Honestly i just come here to talk to people and get things off my chest, and this is the best place to talk to others like me, and unalike me."

*Arc's holopad buzzes "Pardon me for one moment jakar"
*Arc reads the mail from his friend, Arc says a quick curse "Sorry mate, nice talkin to you but i have some serious business to take care with Concord."

*As Arc rushes towards the exit of the club Arc shouts "Seems like i can't invest right now mate"

"Ah, I see. Apologies for misunderstanding." he apologizes, nodding once again before adding: "Pleasure to meet you Satja, I'm Denak Kalamari, Intaki by birth."

Denak lifts up his cup of tea for the two, before taking another sip. "The tea here is quite good, you should try ordering one."