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.
