A deep purple asari and corpulent volus sat on opposite sides of the bar, sharing the task of cleaning glasses after closing. This was their usual routine, and afterwards they would often go to eat a meal before parting ways for the night.
"You know, I think you're the only male that comes in here and doesn't hit on me?" She said after several moments of silence since they'd stopped gossiping about customers and co-workers. The volus, Dabon, looked up in surprise.
"Yes...hissk... I suppose so." He replied, contemplating it. Dabon hadn't hit on his only asari co-worker in the two years he'd been there.
"And don't get me wrong, I appreciate it. I get hit on way too much as it is." Minali went on, continuing on with her task but now with more force against teh technicolor glass. "It just hit me and I don't get why."
"Oh. Hissk." The bartender set down the glass he'd been over cleaning gently and looked up at Minali. "Well,...hissk... because you're my friend. Just...hissk...my friend. And I just prefer...hissk...volus women."
"So you don't want to date me?"
"No. Do you?"
"Nope. You're too good a friend." She replied with a shrug. "I like having someone I can talk to who doesn't stare at my chest or flirt all the time."
"Agreed. Except normally people don't...hissk...flirt with me. Or stare at my chest. Hissk." Dabon teased, putting his hands on his belly and nodding in the volus equivalent of a belly shaking laugh.
"I bet there are a few volus women who would." Minali winked at him, finishing cleaning the last glass. "The Zakera cafe tonight? My treat."
"Sounds good."
"Great. I still have to tell you about the human who tried flirting with the salarian banker that always sits in my section. It was a thing of beauty."
"The salarian...hissk... or the flirting?"
"Jerk."