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“Vivienne. Butcha’ can call me Vivi, everyone does.” Stacking the glasses up, before throwing the rag over her shoulder. “Can I get ya’ anything, babydoll?”

“Nice ta’ meetcha’, Vivi. And I’ll take a whiskey.” Resting her arms on the counter, she nodded once and took to looking around, mainly just watching the people around her.

"Whiskey it is." The Sin Bin is half-bar, half-strip club, but not even then. It’s like something that harkens back to the 60s with topless go-go dancers in chunky boots, dancing to the lusty bass of the ambient music. Dark tones, red on black, gives the room a decadent vibe. Pouring the glass, pushing it over. "How’s your night goin’?"

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“Goes as well as it can, cher. And you?” Cajun purr as the dancer cleaned glasses behind the bar, swiping them with the rag.

“Not too bad, I guess. Still alive.” Blitz shrugged lightly, eyes flicking down at the counter, then back up at the other. “Name’s Erin. And you are?”

"Vivienne. Butcha’ can call me Vivi, everyone does." Stacking the glasses up, before throwing the rag over her shoulder. "Can I get ya’ anything, babydoll?"

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The blonde nodded to the other woman, a grin forming on her lips as she waved. “Hey there. How goes it?”

"Goes as well as it can, cher. And you?" Cajun purr as the dancer cleaned glasses behind the bar, swiping them with the rag.

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She chuckled. “Sadly, cher, ain’t much different from Louisiana. Least where I lived.” She caught the almost-not-there wince and heard the pops — put two and two together and said nothing. Didn’t want to be rude.

“Needed the money, wanted t’leave home. ‘sides, ain’t no better place t’work on ships than here, oui?”

“I see,” Shepard locked his hands behind his neck, muscles tightening and untightening as he tried to stretch out the perpetual aches and pain. He dropped them to his again after a moment and sighed. No use.

“Very true,” he looked at her in question then, “you work on ships?”

She’d offer him a massage, but seeing as he wasn’t a customer to the club, he probably had a girlfriend — and women didn’t take kindly to other females touching their men, even though Vivi was always platonic and never into the big c-word. She nodded. 

"Oui. Learned from m’father. Picked up th’rest on m’own. I can fix jus’ about anytin’, really."

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They had everything from top shelf to bargain brands. Leaning back against the wet bar as the woman took her time, she nodded. “Glad y’noticed. I told Jean Claude that th’people needed a place t’go that wasn’t gonna give ‘em a headache. Thankfully he listened.” She pauses to make a drink for another customer, sliding it across and taking the credits.

“Vivienne Wolfe. Y’can call me whatever y’like.” She’s easy going, friendly, but she doesn’t look like the kind of girl you want on your bad side — but beyond swinging haymakers, she doesn’t know much about fighting. She tends to bite a lot.

“An’ explorin’ is fine. Wish ah could do it sometimes, shit.” Fingers hooking in the short-shorts she’s wearing, trying to wiggle them back up her hips, low slung on the blades of her bones already.

“Gabriella. Nice to meet you, Vivienne.” She nodded, giving credits for the next round of drinks. Water, simply. No drinking on job - as she almost forgot. She hummed while taking a long sip of the ice cold contently. Then, a small smile; legs crossing over the other.

“Bene. Glad he somewhat listened.” The assassin nodded softly, turning her head to the side. Something caught her attention out the corner of her eye, but said nothing to or about. A shadow, maybe. No need to worry, yet.

“I guess you an’ your boss don’t get along, sometimes?”

"Mm. We get along all right. More like a.. how you say.. brother sister relationship, oui? Sometimes ah want to kick ‘em in his ass, but." She shrugged, cleaning a few glasses, one hand moving to tug her ‘Sioux City University’ cropped-neck sweatshirt up. 

She glanced up when another drink order was placed, trading the beer bottle for the credits. “So yer stayin’ somewhere nice, right? ‘Cause down here, ain’t the best place.” Putting her foot on the bar, hoisting herself up for a moment to put something back before hopping back down.

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She grinned. “I could make a real joke ‘bout that, but yet nice, so I’ll keep it clean.”  She reaches back, impatient with her hair, tugging it down from the ponytail, letting it spill cool and dark over her shoulder. “M’from Louisiana. Layfayette, t’be exact.” It explains the accent, if anything.

She could hear Jean-Claude yelling about something, but Vivienne completely ignored the tall French-man.

“I appreciate that,” Shepard laughed anyhow, straightening up against the wall. He felt the joints in his back pop slightly and tried not to wince. “Ah. Earth. Never been - to Louisiana anyhow,” he admitted, “I’ll take your word on the heat. What brings you to the Citadel?”

He glanced in the direction of the yelling, “I’m sure it wasn’t the charming guys we have around here.”

She chuckled. “Sadly, cher, ain’t much different from Louisiana. Least where I lived.” She caught the almost-not-there wince and heard the pops — put two and two together and said nothing. Didn’t want to be rude.

"Needed the money, wanted t’leave home. ‘sides, ain’t no better place t’work on ships than here, oui?"

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Vivienne is just chuckling, and Jean-Claude is giving her the stink eye — and there’s the tattooed Cajun, being super mature and sticking her tongue back out as the tall Frenchman headed into the bad, office door slamming behind him.

Vivienne cooed, making the drink. “I think yer th’only one t’ever not respond to his flirting, cher. I like you, sure.” Putting the drink in front of her, she shook her head. “First one’s on de house den. Th’rest y’can pay for.” Vivi’s not going to argue with a woman armed and in heels, bad move.

“So, m’curious. Ain’t never seen y’here before. Y’new to the Citadel?”

That was difficult to answer, scratching the top of her head while the office door slammed with an echo. Startled two customers to the right, but nothing more. Chatter and music all over again, resulting the assassin to sit at the bar across from Vivi. Eyes tilted at the drink, small sips at a time until it would become dry.

“In a way, I am. Just explorin’. Results are endin’ up here for the night. Not bad, so far. Less noisy than Flux, to be honest.”

Gabriella placed the empty drink on the bar counter, giving a soft sigh. That hit the spot. The rest would be mixed cola and whiskey. Or just water. She was indecisive, eyeballing brands behind the girl. “What’s your name?”

They had everything from top shelf to bargain brands. Leaning back against the wet bar as the woman took her time, she nodded. “Glad y’noticed. I told Jean Claude that th’people needed a place t’go that wasn’t gonna give ‘em a headache. Thankfully he listened.” She pauses to make a drink for another customer, sliding it across and taking the credits.

"Vivienne Wolfe. Y’can call me whatever y’like." She’s easy going, friendly, but she doesn’t look like the kind of girl you want on your bad side — but beyond swinging haymakers, she doesn’t know much about fighting. She tends to bite a lot.

"An’ explorin’ is fine. Wish ah could do it sometimes, shit." Fingers hooking in the short-shorts she’s wearing, trying to wiggle them back up her hips, low slung on the blades of her bones already.

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Vivi chuckled. “Th’regulars here are used t’it petite. Th’one night I didn’t yell at all and someone asked what was wrong with me.” She’s sliding over the bar, heels hitting the ground with a dull thud as she landed on the other side.

“But she’s right, frogman. Y’ask nicely, I’m more likely t’say yes. Don’t mind doin’ him a’tall, but.” She shrugged, shooing the man away to look at Gabriella. “Y’want anythin’ t’eat or drink, sugar? S’on the house, oui.” The woman looked smart — with an Omnitool probably nobody to mess with — but that just piqued Vivi’s curiosity a little more.

Don’t call me petite, segaiolo.” Just because a corset made her slender, it was nothing to the whole package. Curved, long legs and equal in muscle. Hands firmly went to the hips, furrowing her brows. And you don’t want her to kick someone’s head clean off. Not tonight. The heels made her more dangerous, besides the pistol on her hip.

Shaking her head in disapproval to Jean-Claude, Gabriella moved away from him and once more entered the bar. “Just a mango mojito, signora. No need for freebies. I can pay for it.”

Vivienne is just chuckling, and Jean-Claude is giving her the stink eye — and there’s the tattooed Cajun, being super mature and sticking her tongue back out as the tall Frenchman headed into the bad, office door slamming behind him.

Vivienne cooed, making the drink. “I think yer th’only one t’ever not respond to his flirting, cher. I like you, sure.” Putting the drink in front of her, she shook her head. “First one’s on de house den. Th’rest y’can pay for.” Vivi’s not going to argue with a woman armed and in heels, bad move.

"So, m’curious. Ain’t never seen y’here before. Y’new to the Citadel?"