GV: Shepard...why is there a security alert with your ID attached?

CS: Shhhh, quiet C-Sec. Im busy.

GV: Busy "causing a disturbance" at Flux?

CS: Machine had it coming.

CS: So did the batarian.

GV: Are you drunk?

CS: Not enough.

GV: Okay, I logged myself as the officer responding to the alert because I assumed I could just message you and you'd explain you'd just saved an orphan by punching an Asari commando who was undercover as a barkeeper. Or something like that...

CS: Hah! Yes, thatsss exactly it.

.GV: ..but now you have me worried. I'm on my way.

CS: Gonna arrest me, C-Sec?

GV: Seriously, Shepard, what is wrong with you? Weren't you just meeting with the three people in charge of the galaxy a few hours ago? Now you're trashing a bar?

CS: Not trashing. Just broke a quasar machine. And a batarian.

CS: Was accosting an asari dancer. Also, I am now sitting on the floor refusing to leave. (They don't like it that I'm typing on my omnonoimltool and ignoring them, by the way. I told em not to worry, C-Sec's on his way.

GV: Your…what now? Omnonoimitool?

GV: Nevermind. I'm going to get Liara to come walk you back to the Normandy, alright?

CS: No, no, no. Please no. Garrus, don't call her.

CS: You can't call her. That's an order, Vakarian. This is already embarrassing enough.

GV: I technically no longer take orders from you.

CS: Technically, I'm a spectre and I can give orders to anyone.

CS: Please don't call her, Garrus. Bad enough that you're here.

CS: Are you here?

GV: Elevator.

CS: Seriously, if you call her, I will turn your mandibles into a hood ornament for the Normandy.

GV: I feel like that was unnecessary.

CS: Was it?

GV: Alright. No Liara. Where are you going to sleep this off, then?

CS: Floor.

GV: Not an option, Shepard.

CS: Fine. Hospital then. Re-opened the stitches on my hand when I punched quasar. Lotsa blood.

GV: Spirits, Shepard.

GV: I'm here. On the stairs.

CS: Always got my six, right?

GV: Always. We'll get this sorted out.

Chat ended.