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“Am I suitable?” Laughter traced through the woman’s words.
“Ramona, don’t go bothering these nice Galaxars,” Olid, the barman, said. “You know they’re not here for your kind of attention.”
“All males want my kind of attention.” Ramona pulled herself up straight and scowled at the barman. “I wouldn’t be here if they didn’t.”
Olid laughed and nudged Padam. “Ramona will spend time with you if you pay. Don’t be fooled by the way she smells. She fakes her pheromones to make her more attractive to certain aliens.”
“Shut it, Olid,” Ramona said. “I do no such thing. I’m all natural.”
“Just like your unlined forehead.”
Solan stared at the female. There had been something odd about her scent. He sniffed her again. The barman was right. There was an artificial tang to her fertility. He shook his head. “I do not wish to spend any time with you.”
“You Galaxars are all the same,” Ramona said. “You’re so uptight. There’s never any fun to be had with you.”
“We are not here to have fun,” Solan said. “We are here to breed.”
Padam leaned over to him. “I thought we were here to have fun. Isn’t that what this is all about, you finding a distraction? You don’t need to find a female to breed with. You should find one to have fun with and take your mind off... things.”
“You should listen to your friend,” Ramona said. “I’m all about fun. For the right price, you can have any kind of fun you want with me.”
“Do I need to call security again?” Olid asked.
“Wind your head in. A woman has to make money. I’m not the only one doing it.” Ramona flashed her gaze around the bar. “You’ll lose half your customers if you throw me out.”
“I’m not throwing you out; you just need to be more discreet,” Olid said. “Don’t try selling yourself to someone standing right at the bar with me in earshot. If I don’t know what’s going on, I can’t report you. But when you get too sassy, I have no choice. I’ll lose my license if I break too many station rules.”
Ramona raised her hands in a gesture of submission. “I’m out of here, anyway. Too many time wasters in tonight.” She glared at Solan and Padam before stalking away on high black heels.
“She would have been perfect for you.” Padam drained half his glass of mead. “She wasn’t looking for a long-term thing, she was attractive, and she wanted to show you a good time. That was everything you asked for.”
“For a price,” Solan said. “I’ve never had to pay for services before.”
“But we’re playing a different game now. You don’t want anyone to grow attached to you. You want fun. Perhaps you need to pay for that fun.”
“I’d advise you not to pay for it with Ramona,” Olid said as he filled two glasses with foaming beer. “She’s been known to get unhealthily attached to her customers. If you’re looking for easy, no strings pleasure, then you need to look elsewhere.”
“You see,” Solan said. “I was right about her.”
“More like you’re looking for an excuse not to find someone else.”
“I do not understand.”
“You’re looking for a reason to remain fixated on Vegas.”
“I fixate on no woman.”
Olid barked a laugh. “You’re into Vegas Munro? Good luck with that.”
Solan turned his attention to the barman. “You know her?”
“Sure. Everyone knows Vegas.”
“You think she has a reason not to like me?”
Padam grabbed his drink. “I’m assuming you’ve met yourself?”
Solan scowled at him. “You are acquiring too many irritating human traits.”