Janx:
Janx was one of the only people Oleene allowed into her office. While he was the head of her guards, he knew that his position didn't really matter. Oleene didn't have many people she could trust or consider friends, but Janx knew he was among them. If anyone entered her office uninvited, they'd likely be chewed and spat out again before they could even make it more than a couple steps in the door, but whenever he walked in, he was always given a brief greeting, and offered a seat.
As he walked out of her office and back into the club, he began to wonder why she had remained. She had been refusing to leave her office since the lockdown, despite her being one of the only people that wasn't forced to remain. At first it had puzzled Janx why she had refused to leave. He had thought that it might have been for her safety, feeling more secure here with heavily armed guards and mercs than she would be at home, even though she was much more likely to be in the line of fire here. But after talking with her, he had realized how far from the truth he was.
He realized after speaking with her why she had refused to go. With her, the club had pretty well become her home. It was her life, her standing, without it, she would again be thrown out with nothing onto the streets of Omega. When he had talked with her, she began to reminisce to him, telling him about Synite. Synite had been the club she had owned before the Elixir. Unlike the Elixir, it was fully in her possession. It had been located in the same district as the Elixir, but wasn't one of its main competitors. She had told him how the Eclipse had managed the district before, and how they had provided her with decent protection, and how they had been some of her clientele. After Arch Angel though, things had changed. The fall of Eclipse and rise of 4-6 in the district had been a turn for the worse. Not long after they had taken control, Oleene received an offer. It was a very meagre sum of money offered for ownership of the club. The value offered hadn't even been half of what it was worth, and she told them to not set foot in there again. A week later, after closing, the club was ransacked. The staff she had left to clean up, two Salarians, had been badly beaten, their safe had been broken into, and whatever hadn't been taken had been destroyed. Oleene knew that if she tried to remain, they would return, and the damages would be far worse, so she left. The club was taken over within a couple days by the 4-6, and Oleene was sent back to working as a bartender in small bar in Aegis's old territory.
To her, the Elixir was her new life. Before, the Synite had been everything to Oleene. She had worked her way up on Omega, from a dancer to an owner, over the course of decades, in an attempt to get to the top. When she had gotten control of things, having her years of hard work and determination finally paying off from her, it had been taken. The Elixir had been a blessing to her, a last chance for success. She wouldn't let it be taken from her without a fight.
As he walked down towards the bar, where most of the mercs and guards sent to protect the main floor of the club had assembled. Most now had their weapons holstered, and were sitting around by the counter talking. The snipers up top would report anything to them coming from outside, so tension had been slightly relieved. Janx grabbed a chair, and spun it around to face the others, and sat. He scanned over those around him, before Haley caught his attention. She had been sitting on the counter, with her legs crossed, and weapon beside her, tapping her fingers relentlessly on the countertop. She changed her position yet again, finding it difficult to sit still when all she had to do was watch a door, and placed her knees over the edge, and lay back, with her head suspended over the other end.
"Doesn't anyone have cards?" she groaned as she continued to be plagued by the boredom of guard duty.
