"Can you believe the nerve of that guy?" I laughed, watching the Asari sitting across from me sip carefully from her drink.

Polarni, or Polly as she preferred to be called, had been my closest friend since my teenage years. Unlike me, Polly actually enjoyed being in the company of any random people around and seemed to go out on a hundred and one dates a week.

None of them ever stuck though. I don't think she's really promiscuous, just fussy. See, Polly will be friends with just about anyone (including me, haha) but is very finicky about men. Her last partner was a Batarian, who was surprisingly sweet natured and loyal to the point of insanity.

Unfortunately he got killed in a 'work related accident' and I don't think Polly's ever recovered from it.

ANYWAY, ladies and gentlemen.

Polly smiled and took a sip of her drink, ever the picture of feminine beauty. "I think you should give him a chance," she said, her smile growing at my shocked expression, "He sounds like he might be sweet. And hey, I hear those Turians are really well endowed." We both broke into childish giggles, ignoring the strange looks we were getting from passer-by's.

Polly was the first to become serious, fixing me with steely eyes, "But seriously, I think you should do it. Him. It could be fun." I sighed loudly, scratching at the table top with my nail. Polly shook her head, "He's a mercenary too, so you know he'd have a decent amount of creds on him. See if he'll take you someplace fancy, like, ooh, the VIP section of Afterlife!"

She became excited, clapping her hands together in glee, "I bet he could get you in! You could tell me all about it and maybe we could go once you know how to get in!"

"Oh, for goodness sake," I murmured, rolling my eyes. Polly could be so single-minded sometimes.

Polly tilted her head and smiled at me, "Just think about it, okay? It wouldn't hurt you to get out with someone, especially a cute little Turian bastard."

I groaned and rolled my eyes, "Fine, I'll go out with him! Geez, you people are so single-minded!"

Seeing as that smarmy Turian wasn't smart enough to drop a contact line, it looks like I'm going to have to hunt him down myself.

I waited until I had a morning off and set off for the nearest Blue Suns base. The streets were crowded, people milling about and some recovering from a hard night's partying. I never did understand the appeal of parties. I guess I'm just not a big 'people person.'

I turned down an alleyway and strolled to the end, slowing down as a pair of mercenaries turned to face me.

"Something we can do for you?" asked a human, his shaggy blonde hair falling into his eyes. Hm, he wasn't bad looking. Maybe I should stuff the Turian and go after him instead? Haha.

"I'm looking for someone," I replied, lifting my hand to a point way above my head, "He's a Turian, about yea-high, is a funny white colour and has black face paint. Is he around?"

The pair of mercenaries looked at each other, one giving a gruff bark of laughter. "You mean Kol?" The human shifted from one foot to another and rolled his shoulders, "Yeah, he's here. What do you want with him? Because if it's to whoop his ass, we can't let you do that. Merc law and all that."

I quirked an eyebrow, confused. "Why would I want to- look, can you just get him for me? I need to speak to him."

The human sighed and nodded, "I'll get him for you." He disappeared into a side door and I was left standing in awkward silence with the other mercenary, who contented himself with staring me down from under his blue and white helmet.

Eventually the door slammed open and there was a cheerful yell of, "Hey, you!"