When the Reapers are away the hero will play
Who: Jane Shepard and Aya Brea
What: Drinking! And subsequent mischief?
Where: Furman's bar.
When: Late afternoon/early evening
Warnings: None that I can think of at the moment, possibly some later on.
Notes: None
She'd been wanting to check Furman's out ever since she 'woke up,' but for whatever reason she just hadn't felt like doing much. She chalked it up to having nearly killed herself stopping the human reaper. Yea, the first few weeks in Nautilus was break time, the recent reality storm notwithstanding. Now that everything had quieted down, and she had finished her small exploration of some of the districts, she came here.
It wasn't like any of the bar's she'd ever been to, but that was fine with her. It was quiet, and she could drink in peace. She, for once, didn't have to wander around in her armor or in her Cerberus fatigues. She could just hang around in jeans and a shirt. It was nice, not being a big galactic hero. She didn't miss people coming up to her and asking for her autograph, or a picture...
Or asking all those silly invasive questions she always refused to answer. No, here she could just order a drink, sit down at the bar and think. Not that thinking was a good idea.
What: Drinking! And subsequent mischief?
Where: Furman's bar.
When: Late afternoon/early evening
Warnings: None that I can think of at the moment, possibly some later on.
Notes: None
She'd been wanting to check Furman's out ever since she 'woke up,' but for whatever reason she just hadn't felt like doing much. She chalked it up to having nearly killed herself stopping the human reaper. Yea, the first few weeks in Nautilus was break time, the recent reality storm notwithstanding. Now that everything had quieted down, and she had finished her small exploration of some of the districts, she came here.
It wasn't like any of the bar's she'd ever been to, but that was fine with her. It was quiet, and she could drink in peace. She, for once, didn't have to wander around in her armor or in her Cerberus fatigues. She could just hang around in jeans and a shirt. It was nice, not being a big galactic hero. She didn't miss people coming up to her and asking for her autograph, or a picture...
Or asking all those silly invasive questions she always refused to answer. No, here she could just order a drink, sit down at the bar and think. Not that thinking was a good idea.