Being single had it benefits, she had to admit. There was no way she’d be allowed into the club otherwise, she’d be at home with whatever partner she had, though that itself had its own charms. Holding her drink in her hand she pushed her way to the front of the crowd, grabbing a spot by the front of the stage next to one of the other dancers. 

Sipping her drink, she waited for the main dancer to come on, her eyes drifting toward the turian dancing beside her. He seemed familiar somehow, and she set her drink down to get a better look. As he turned to look at her, her eyes widened in recognition and she cried, “Tavi?! What the hell are ya doing?!”