A fox and a turian walk into a bar
Who: Fox McCloud all_range_mode, Garrus Vakarian (aka Archangel 8V) rocketfaced
What: Garrus wants to meet with Fox in private to discuss ~important shit~ and Fox was all 'sure why not'.
When: June 7th
Where: Devil's Nest (because i need to use it more 8|)
Warnings: It's okay to chafe (no I'm kidding Sheepi don't kill me.) NONE? I GUESS?
For the past twenty minutes or so, Fox sat awkwardly at the bar in the Devil's Nest, trying not to stare at the sleazy Asian bar tender as he hit on every busty chick that came through the door. The place was clean enough, but somehow still managed to come off as grungy and somewhat intimidating. Of all places to meet, Archangel had to choose a grungy dump like this. Frankly, the turian didn't seem the type to hang out in this sort of place, and this location hardly seemed ideal for an important meeting.
Granted, Fox was more accustomed to dealing with military clients, and meetings with them usually tended to be far more professional. Seemed like the young mercenary still had some adapting to do if he was going to find solid work on this ship. But anyway.
After listening to the bartender's crappy pick up lines for the ninety eighth fucking time, Fox turned to the door and stared, hoping to fuck that Archangel would walk in right then so he wouldn't have to listen to this crap any more.
What: Garrus wants to meet with Fox in private to discuss ~important shit~ and Fox was all 'sure why not'.
When: June 7th
Where: Devil's Nest (because i need to use it more 8|)
Warnings: It's okay to chafe (no I'm kidding Sheepi don't kill me.) NONE? I GUESS?
For the past twenty minutes or so, Fox sat awkwardly at the bar in the Devil's Nest, trying not to stare at the sleazy Asian bar tender as he hit on every busty chick that came through the door. The place was clean enough, but somehow still managed to come off as grungy and somewhat intimidating. Of all places to meet, Archangel had to choose a grungy dump like this. Frankly, the turian didn't seem the type to hang out in this sort of place, and this location hardly seemed ideal for an important meeting.
Granted, Fox was more accustomed to dealing with military clients, and meetings with them usually tended to be far more professional. Seemed like the young mercenary still had some adapting to do if he was going to find solid work on this ship. But anyway.
After listening to the bartender's crappy pick up lines for the ninety eighth fucking time, Fox turned to the door and stared, hoping to fuck that Archangel would walk in right then so he wouldn't have to listen to this crap any more.