Whatever She's Got || Buzz and Trip
Fallohn felt damn good being back on Omega. It wasn't a palace or anything, but it was better than the war torn planet he had found himself on few days prior. He'd meant a few interesting allies, and he still wasn't sure of their names exactly, but he knew he owed them his life. In the process of defeating those Reaper troops alongside those ladies, he'd gained a new nickname, Buzz. He smiled as he says the name in his mind, deciding it's not such a bad alias.
At the bar, one of the only ones he won't get a poisoned drink, he enjoys a beer just taking in the sights and sounds of his home. Omega has always been like an old friend to Fallohn. It's probably why he guards it so heavily with his life. He is a Talon, through and through, but he's part of the merc group for Omega's sake. It's that simple.
Buzz knows the club well, its regulars and its staff. His eyes flash up to Aria, his lip twitching. There isn't much he can do about her rule over this place, and it's all he's ever known, but this station could be so much more. His head shakes, dark eyes falling to the brew in his bottle, and brings the bitter drink to his lips. Nothing took his mind off his problems like a beer or two.
Women have a similar effect on the man, and when he spots a fit, leggy blonde across the bar, his eyebrow perks. Buzz doesn't know her, and that gives him a better chance than if he did. Finishing off one beer, telling the bartender to hold his next, he puts on his charm and approaches her. But there's something about her that makes his confidence waiver. He does know her. It's that soldier that gave him his new nickname.He chuckled audibly before reaching her.
"Well I'll be damned," he runs his hand through his lengthy beard and smiles at her crookedly. "Never thought I'd see an Alliance Lieutenant gracin' us with her presence here." Fallohn wonders if she has any clue who he is.