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That typical club night kind of week end - Huffing as Constable Drake Conners had his arm crossed standing in a club along side his partner Officer Kent Rodgers after dealing with another small fight between younger folk and their drunk and disorderly behaviour highlighted the night. They decided to stick around and watch over the people for a moment, their radios going off, some beeping from their pagers but nothing of importance to worry for - for the two of them at the current time. 

Talking amongst themselves Kent judged Conners with a grin on his lips as he moved nodding in a direction of a woman that kept looking Drake’s way. “Hey ehhh buddy ol pal, go talk to her she keeps looking over here.” Kent insisted with Drake moving a hand to rub and pat the elder man’s bald head. Drake moving his arm to move Kent’s away causing him to roll his eyes and shake his head. “No I’m good thanks eh? Besides pretty sure she’s looking at you, idiot.” Drake grinned laughing a bit till he got serious and looked over towards a woman and two men that looked as if they were being persistent with her and her facial expressions told him she was in need of assistance. 

“Kent it looks to me we have a 10-56.” Drake mentioned to Kent whilst watching the case unfold before his eyes. Kent looked around then shrugged shaking his head. “Man it’s a 10-56 everywhere, be more specific.” Kent replied. Drake rolled his eyes and hit Kent’s shoulder pointing. “Oh a damsel in distress. Go help her buddy.” Kent encouraged always wanting his partner in crime find some tail as Kent would call it. Drake rolling his eyes as hard as he could he shook his head and started walking towards the issue at hand. 

  “No, no.” Ireneve batted Meiko’s pulling hands away, red-faced and giggling. She protested, “I’ve had too much. I’ll only fall. You should go!”

  The two carried on, much to the amusement of the bartender on duty, until, finally, Meiko gave up. The Viera ran off (somewhat crookedly) toward the gate for the agility trials she adored so much. Meanwhile, Nev relaxed onto her elbows, feeling pleasantly, if a bit dangerously, dizzy. She didn’t normally drink like this, but the events of the past month had simply been too much to process without a little help.

  Eyes heavy, she peered over her shoulder. Time was... hard to track like this.

  “Would you like some water?”

  “Yes, please..!” Nev spun to thank the Saucer staffer -- and abruptly drew her chin in, lips a flat line. “Oh. I -- thought -- er, yes, could I have some water? I am so sorry.”

  He had been asking someone else. Not her. Artemis. 

  Wait. 

The Elezen opened her mouth to speak as Selena's own lips parted -- and split wide to let forth a rowdy yawn. She blinked, torn between amusement and defeat. "I apologize. We can go out in a few moments more. I need only to finish this chapter. Have you found aught of interest?"

She felt a little bad. Having visited the Anti-Tower and calling upon her memories of entering the Void with G'raha, she had thought, perhaps, she might be able to glean some answers for her friend. How long ago had she revealed her... unique origins? If it was a matter of hiding Selena had needed, she had certainly found it. But was it permanent? Could others follow her?