Happy Hour

[boston_bruiser]

"What? Bullshit."

Guess who got The Napkin?

I don't see why you're so upset.

"Oh, gee, I don't know, maybe it's because of that MRE bullshit you pulled a couple days ago?"

Can't you take a joke?

"So long as it doesn't give me goddamn indigestion, yeah."

Look, this is the fastest way to pay off your tab.

"What tab? I paid all that shit off days ago. You'll

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[pattersongs]

Of course not. Some things you never let out of your sight. Mordin approves.

Also, Mordin coughs lightly so as to attract the human's attention without being particularly intrusive.

[boston_bruiser]

It works quite well. Well enough to make Voodoo look up from the book, matter of fact.

"Hey. Uh..." He snaps his fingers, trying to jog his memory. "Mordin, isn't it? Mordin Solus?"

[pattersongs]

"Indeed. Research scientist on board human vessel Normandy," Mordin helpfully elaborates. "Believe your name was Voodoo, correct?"

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo nods. "Yeah, that'd be me." He gestures to the drink cabinet behind him. "Pick your poison yet, or you wanna talk shop?"

[trigger_man]

"She got you this time?" Jack asks, taking a seat at the bar.

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo grunts. "Yeah. My tab was paid off, too."

[trigger_man]

"Yeah, so was mine. Guess she just grabs whoever happens to walk up to the bar next when she wants a nap."

[boston_bruiser]

"'s bullshit, what it is. So - you got your mind set on anything in particular alcohol-wise?"

[killitwith_fire]

"I'll take a glass of the red stuff on the high shelf," Axel says, pointing it out. The bottle is unlabeled, and the stuff in it is very very red.

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo dog-ears the book and reaches over to the high shelf, grabbing the bottle. He sets it on the bar. "You mean this?"

It's really red, after all.

[killitwith_fire]

Axel's grin widens.

"Yeah, that's the stuff."

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo sets it down in front of Axel. "Alright, there you go."