Frank
"Yah. An I uz ike:" Frank made the shape of a gun with his hand. "Pow!"
The asari he was speaking with recoiled a bit, as a piece of whatever he was eating ended up on her face.
"Sh*t. Sorry 'bout that, sweetheart." He withdrew the pocket square from someone else's jacket and wiped her face with it, before balling it up and tossing it away. "Anyways, blood went everywhere, and it was pretty gross. You know, I've killed plenty of folks, and I kinda feel bad about it. 'Cept that guy. He was a real pr*ck. Like, I literally feel no remorse for wastin' that fool."
"Is everything alright, over here?" Asked an stumpy old bearded fellow.
"Who the f*ck are you?"
"Excuse me?"
"Mr. Elias, meet Edward Baughman, CEO of EB Minerals."
"Sup?" Frank responded to his outstretched hand with a half assed nod instead of a shake. "What, are you his secretary or somethin'?"
The asari put her arm around Mr. Baughman.
"We're... lovers, actually."
"Ha. No sh*t? Looks like I've been wastin' my time then, huh?" Frank looked between them, then leaned in a bit. "I ain't saying she a gold digga..."
Baughman frowned.
"But uh... yeah. Anyways, minerals, and all that. That's like, rocks and sh*t, right?"
"Well, yes and no... I--"
Frank made a masturbatory gesture.
"Yep. It's rocks. Like I give a sh*t about that. You mind pointin' be towards somebody a little more interestin'? Someone that deals with cars or firearms, or... I don't know, synthetic t*itties, or somethin'? Anything but goddamned rocks. You're literally the last person here I would ever want to talk to."
Baughman stormed off.
"If you're lookin' to have some fun, try Mr. Taetrus." The asari whispered, before walking away.
"Like I'm supposed to know who that is..." Frank shrugged, and grabbed another handful of whatever it was he was munching on. Supposedly it was some kind of Earth animal.
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Kira
"Have you got anything yet?"
"Yes. It's offworld, though."
"Then I'm not interested. Keep trying. What about Frank? He isn't responding to my messages."
"I... actually haven't seen him for quite awhile."
"Sh*t."
"I'm sure he's fine, dear."
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"Yo." Frank poked his head into a room down the hall. There were several partygoers, all of which were human except one. They were seated around a coffee table.
"Can I help you?" Asked the lone turian.
"Yeah, this party sucks. I'm lookin' for Mr. Taetrus."
"Then look no further, 'cause you've found him. Come, I've got a little something for everyone."
"Yeah?" Frank entered the room and took a seat on the arm of the sofa, next to some rich dude that was totally out of it. "Like what?"
Mr. Taetrus moved to the other side of the room, and retrieved a large briefcase.
"Just about anything you could imagine..." The turian pulled open the lid, revealing a colorful assortment of pills, powders, and liquids. "Take your pick, friend. It's all on me tonight."





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