"Thank you Denak" says Kador, rather jovially. He was glad the first person he had seen was the Intaki, of all the Gallenteans in New Eden Denak was one of the few he might regret taking a swing at either out of respect, or of the odd aura of calmness he seemed to exude.
" I might just take your advice" he continued, but a sharp look from Satja told him she would not be satisfied with tea.

He ordered the drinks, handed the cool glass to Satja, who took it without word but with a quick smile, that suggested she was happy with the current situation.

The three of them lapsed into a companionable silence, perhaps waiting for a change of song, or perhaps for one of the other club goers to something. Kador tensed his fist, if they were Gallentean it was probably worth being prepared....

Denak simply continues sipping his drink after Kador and Satja got their own, watching his surroundings. He never considered himself a Gallentean, far from it, he was trying his best to separate himself from the Gallente and be just an Intaki, without any greater race to serve. However if Kador were to try swinging at him, or anyone else for that matter, he wouldn't hesitate to counter it.

As he kept drinking his tea, he noticed Kador tensing his fist, perking up an eyebrow. "You're not thinking they're going to pounce and try beat you to death for no reason?"

A figure of peculiar complexion walks smoothly towards them. A figure of a completely androgynous build with a slender core, a slightly shorter size, very dark brown long hair tied back with several bangs sweeping in front of the eyes and sides, and possibly tanned skin complexion. It moves to them with hands embedded in a Caldari fashion coat pocket, the two lengths joined and the colar barely covering the lower lip of its sly and perhaps suspicious grin. Tight cargo pants "swish" and "*****" with every step, the undisclosed objects inside recoiling off of each other. It grabs a vacant chair and pulls up towards the three of them, sitting down with a slight slouch and sigh as it installs.

"Hope you don't mind if I join you're company!" It says in a slightly raspy and equally androgynous voice. Sounding young and chipper, but its eyes and character show a different, more seasoned story.

"I usually venture around clubs like these, there's always something to do, hear, see...or even watch if there's going to be a fight- do fights happen here regularly?"

Clearly this one is of the extrovert type, and possibly over cattery. It then orders a low alcoholic beverage, taking a quick swig and reposing it along the table. Arms crossed, eyes wide, and it's smile prevailing, it eyes its company at the table for a response.

[quote=Denak Kalamari]
Kador also notes the chatty... man, or was it a woman, he couldn't be sure, effeminate features layered atop more masculine ones gave a certain androgynous feeling. He measured himself up next to the newcomer. He wasn't as tall, but perhaps a little thicker around the chest and shoulders, his own aquiline features were decidedly more masculine and plain, perhaps though he admitted not as attractive

Now the Caldari woman behind him is quiet, she stares at the newcomer with slackjawed intensity, Satja, next to her nods approvingly, and mutters something to her that causes a wide grin to spread on the Caldari's face.
She sidles back over to Kador with a feminine grace, though the long dark lock of hair that cover her shoulder are brushed aside revealing the ropy scars on her neck and shoulder. Embarrassed she brushes the hair flat once again, neatly tucking back into place.

"Forgive me..." She begins to say, thankful as the Templar interjects on her behalf.

"Welcome, I suppose. No fights....not yet anyways. I am Kador, this.." he gestures to the slim Vherekior woman.

"Is Satja. It's a pleasure to meet you"

The off duty Templar sighs, then relaxes.

'I suppose not" he relents releasing the tension in his hand, begrudgingly though, his tone is still disapproving, though not directed at Denak himself.

"Seem's I'm always on edge around Gallenteans though...." he seems to think better of the statement. "Intaki of course being the exception."

Demel switches focus towards the Gallente, the smile soothing into a calmer radiance and throwing a leg over the other legs knee on the chair.

"Well thanks! A fight doesn't seem very likely with this much security around." Demel moves a hand around expressively while talking and brings it up swiftly to brush a bang wiping annoyingly across Demel's eyes, the other hand reaching down to the glass and taking a swig of it quickly, sinking into the chair ever so slightly.

"Hope I wasn't intruding in your conversation, sorry if I did." Demel bites the bottom lip, bracing for their response.

Denak lets out a quiet exhale through his nose, downing the rest of his tea in one swig, followed by cracking his neck. "Well, you could have been less, chatty with your approach. But you're already here." he replies, gesturing the bartender for another drink and bowing his head to Demel briefly. "Nice to meet you Demel."

Demel then raises his hands in a questioning pose, slanting his head to the side along with a smirk.
"Sorry, just the way I am."

He then watches the bartender catching Denak's attention and asks for a refill on his also. He slowly watches the bartender walk away and drifts his eyes to the crowd aimlessly, observing the different people and their "night-life" at the club. He turns around right before Denak's greeting, resuming his sly grin.
"Nice to meet you too." Demel replies with a slight bow all the same and a chuckle under his breath, amused and intrigued, but not trying to mock Denak's formality. He then looks back at his company.

As he was sipping, he glanced over to Arc looking at him. He was well aware of his gaze, and he replied it by looking directly into his eyes, asking wordlessly with his gaze: "What do you want?"

He only looked at Arc for a few moments though, before focusing back on Demel. "And what brought you here exactly?"

Denak nods it off forgivingly, crossing his arms on the counter as he waited for a refill on his cup. "Ulniryava, ultiriya." He replies in his native tongue, flashing a brief, forgiving smile.

Denak was always trying to be polite when he was interacting with strangers, he was more relaxed when he was around people he trusted though. When the tea was given to him, he bowed his head gracefully to the bartender, starting to sip the spicy tea again. As he was sipping, he glanced over to Arc looking at him. He was well aware of his gaze, and he replied it by looking directly into his eyes, asking wordlessly with his gaze: "What do you want?"

He only looked at Arc for a few moments though, before focusing back on Demel. "And what brought you here exactly?"

Noticing Denak's eyes, Demel turns around to notice Arc. He swiftly turns to face Denak and his question. Demel inhales deeply, closing his eyes and jutting them wide after a quiet exhale. Refreshing the memories of his most recent contract, still feeling the pain in his abdomen, despite it being just his memory.

"Eh...I had some tough times in a recent fight, my contractor wasn't very happy of the costs despite the operations success.... and she didn't pay me, now I'm here to drown my sorrows," Says Demel with a slight smile. Rubbing his hand across his stomach covertly, "Capsuleers...they don't understand anything other than spreadsheets and rocket science...well...that's not absolutely true, I dated a capsuleer once and she was a pretty nice person, had a lot of isk too- and I'm talking too much again...."

"What about you guys? Here to party, drink, unwind?"

"Sorry for your misfortune, but not all capsuleers are like that. I have many capsuleer friends, but I haven't dated any capsuleer." Denak replies, noting how he seemed physically pained from remembering his latest memories. He gave a small smile and a nod to Demel before quietly muttering quietly to himself the last part: "Or anyone for that matter.".

"I was here to meet the owner of this place originally, since I am running the security department in this facility. Clubs aren't really my thing, but the tea is good so I'll probably stay here for a while before going for a more secluded place." he replies, gazing down at the liquid on his cup, taking another sip of it and enjoying the burn on his tongue from its spicy flavor.

"I guess I was overstating things," Says Demel in a low but audible voice, swirling his drink in his hand before downing the rest of the glass, sighing afterwards, "They're usually of the 'pomp' and 'upper-class' type, but they can be relatable."

Demel looks down at his tea in a bit of a quizzed expression, Tea had never been in Demel's appetite. "Tea huh?..." He then tilts his head and looks away from the tea. "Why don't you like clubs? You work here after all... you should do something you enjoy, or else you're not going to work on it very long." Demel leans back and crosses his arms, turning around to face Denak, his empty glass in his hand.

"The ones who are like that are usually the ones who don't last that long. We might be "immortal", but we are still vulnerable to stress, burning out and even permanent death, the former two being quite, familiar for clone soldiers." He explains, looking at the blank wall ahead for a few moments, lost in thought.

"I don't work here in this club, I work in the facility that houses this club. But my occupation is more nominal, the true control over this facility is with CONCORD. I just make sure that incidents don't happen whenever I can from doing contracts or helping out the ILF."

"Your distraction is the reason why I come here," he says, downing his drink, the alcohol showing its effect on him. He takes a second to reorient himself and licks his lips, ravenous for something more. "I put way too much on the line in one op', and failure was my end result, so I repent in sin."

"I don't want to think really," Demel turns to face Denak, "It's fine with me if you leave."

"Well, my original intention was to only be here for a short time, guess I'll head out then." He ponders, brushing up his coat a little before standing up, and giving Demel a deep bow, his arms tucked firmy against his sides. "Thank you for the talk. Prataya yavati." He adds, before quickly making his way towards the exit.

"Gentlemen"

"Pleasure to meet you!" He says in a firm tone, something he has trouble doing due to his naturally light and suspicious voice. He extends his arm in a very "corporate" and "business" style outwards towards Jakar.

"****! Go!" he shouts in his comms, ordering his security to go for Aztec. Five security guards lunge to grab the man as Jakar closes the distance quickly.