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McCloud. It's Garrus.

We need to talk. Devil's Nest later tonight. S'up to you.

[If Fox had been anything like Falco, he would have called Garrus back on the spot and told him to go fuck himself. Fortunately, he was actually rather good at holding his tongue, and wasn't actually in any mood to talk to the turian in the first place.

At first, the pilot had been dead set on not going. It would have been a pain in the ass anyway. The bug eyed, amphibious doctor had forbade him from leaving the clinic for a handful of reasons, the more important being Fox's over all physical condition, along with the fact that he was possibly a security risk if the purists discovered he was being housed in the refugee clinic. Really, the last thing Fox wanted to do was cause more trouble for someone.

He'd already fucked up enough anyway, hadn't he? Garrus had made certain to drill that little factoid into his head, but now he was calling Fox out for a chat? Fox had to hand it to him, he certainly had some nerve.

For hours Fox tried to convince himself that he was content with cutting Garrus out of the picture. He didn't deal with that kind of shit from his own team back home, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let it fly with some alien. He almost didn't go.

Too bad for him he's shitty at holding grudges. That's not to say he wasn't still pissed, because he was beyond pissed, but if he can at least be civil to the guy that killed his father, then talking to the guy that saved his life but then insulted the shit out of him should be fairly simple in comparison.

After flawlessly sneaking out of the clinic (mister salarian would be so pissed once he noticed) and sneaking around in the shadows much like a fucking ninja, he arrived at the Devil's Nest.

Late.

Actually, at this point, he would have been surprised if Garrus was still around.

Blaster at his hip, he entered the bar, scanning the area for Mister Dinosaur.]

[Sure enough, there Garrus is, over in the Dinosaur Corner. Which was really just a corner but he's dinosaur enough to make any corner a Dino Corner.

Deal with it.

During the wait, he'd managed to stack up a few empty shot glasses, their sides gently clinked against one another as he tapped the table nervously.

Across from him? A single, untouched (lonely 8() drink]

[well I'll be damned, he was still here. Though from the looks of it, he was probably buzzed. The only thing worse than emotional turian was a drunk emotional turian.

Wordlessly, Fox made his way through the bar, taking his seat across from Garrus. His expression was blank, save for a slight quirk of an eyebrow directed at Garrus' little shot glass collection. That was a good sign, sure. Of course, he noticed the drink that was set in his spot, but for the time being, he pushed it to the back of his mind.

The pilot crossed his arms indifferently, green eyes locked on Garrus. Your move, Archangel.]

...I wanted to apologize. For... well, for everything.

[See, part of what makes Fox easier to say sorry to is the fact that he's so adorably fuzzy, even when he's mad.]

Right. Finally decided to work that stick out of your ass?

[Adorably fuzzy or not, Fox wasn't exactly in a cooperative mood.]

Mooooore like I had my ass handed to me on that stick.

[he wishes he was exaggerating 8(]

So I heard.

[Fox sighs, relaxing a bit.]

You guys weren't exactly quiet about it.

...Yeah, sorry about that, too.

It wasn't Shepard's fault. She was defending you, and I got in her face about it. Amongst other things.

[Everything is so awkward. WHY IS EVERYTHING SO AWKWARD]

Anyway, like I said before, I just wanted to apologize. There's no excuse for what I said and did. You deserve a slap on the head for getting caught in the first place, but everything else I said wasn't true. None of what happened during the mission was your fault.

You'll have to hit me somewhere else. Doc thinks I've already taken one too many head shots.

[because you are awkward turtle. Fox, on the other hand, isn't feeling awkward at all. In fact, he's reaching for that drink that Garrus so generously purchased for him. He actually drains it pretty quickly.]

I understand why you were angry. Anybody would be. It is true that none of that would have happened if I hadn't been thrown in the pound of all places, but whatever the hell they were up to was way off the charts. I guess they just got tired of trying to interrogate me.

[Fox paused, wiggling his now empty glass at Garrus]

I'm gonna need about five more of these.

Order away. My treat.

[And this is why Garrus can only afford one flower in the future]

You were in a bad way when we found you-- was that from the interrogation?

[And Fox will flag down the bartender to do just that. It's on the Dinosaur's tab 8U]

Mostly, yeah. I didn't get knocked around in the pound too much, just crammed in a little cage. Tell you what though, the purists? They're really interested in you. Not that they know anything about you, I made sure of that.

Y'know, I think they decided to move me after I bit a guy's finger off.

[Fox grimaced and got to work on his second glass. Biting fingers off is gross okay.]

[WOAH WOAH BACK UP]

You bit a guy's finger off?

To be fair, he was having a little too much fun interrogating me. And by interrogating, I mean kicking the snot out of me.

I know you told me to stay out of trouble and all, but at that point I figured it couldn't get much worse from there.

I'm more impressed than anything else.

[had Fox not been drinking root beer schnapps like water he probably would have just shrugged it off, but seeing as he was already through like two glasses and already had like zero alcohol tolerance, he finds this to be the funniest shit ever.

Which means he just chuckles a little bit to himself and orders another drink. 8|]

Impressed? I thought it was pretty gross. But hey, it got 'em off my back for a while.

[ALL THE EASIER TO FORGIVE GARRUS WITH...]

[Actually Garrus can't help but laugh a little too because a) WOOHOO SHOTS and b) Anything that effs up the Purists are fine with him]

Normally I wouldn't condone that kinda behavior, but you did what you had to.

Besides, they roughed you up enough. I'd say you let them off easy.

If I'd had the chance, I would have done a lot more than that.

[See, this is nice. Happy chatting and no angry yelling.]

Anyway, stupid argument aside, I really owe you one. Actually, I owe my life to quite a few people right now.

You don't owe anyone from the Normandy anything, McCloud. And I'm sure everybody else involved would say the same.

Honestly, I'm just glad we made it in time.

Even if you say that, it's not gonna change my mind. I'm really grateful.

But anyway, as for why you called me down here in the first place. I accept your apology, and I'm sorry for losing my cool as well.

If you say so.

[When Fox says that next bit, Garrus goes quiet for a second]

...Honestly? While I wasn't at the time, looking back on it now, I'm glad you did. It means you won't take crap from anybody, no matter who they are, and that's a damn good thing.

Heheh. I can't argue with that. To be honest though, it tended to get me into trouble when I was a kid, especially in the military academy. I guess that's what happens when you're raised by a merc.

Bet they loved you there.

[HMMM. Bonding time? Bonding time.]

Tell me more about your old man.

I had a reputation, I'll say that much.

[sip sip this is the most nummy drink ever]

Hm? Well, he was a mercenary, like I said. Started off in the military actually. After mom passed away, he decided to start up his own freelance team.

How big was the team?

[Garrus leans over onto his crossed arms. He's intrigued, bro!]

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