⚛︎ , @warplanet's garrus: " what's that you're drinking? "
" this? " kaidan says, eyes dropping to the glass he'd been nursing for the past half hour, sloshing around the dark, suspiciously viscous liquid. " the bartender said i looked like i needed one of these, whatever this is. buruk-something or other. tastes like thruster fuel. " it had smelt like thruster fuel too, when the bartender had served it lit, blew it out, and told kaidan to drink it hot. and against his better judgment kaidan had, one mouthful, then decided to use the cup's heat to leech the prickling cold from his fingers instead.
kaidan shifts his leg to make room for garrus to slip onto the bar stool next to him. he'd chosen a spot close to the exit in the event that the bar's patrons decided to do more than throw daggered glares from behind the rims of their alien sludge. they're on some backwater planet deep in mercenary space and kaidan's reminded of the bars his basic training buddies used to drag him to back home. he stretches out the tension from his neck, scratches the days old stubble darkening the length of his jaw. the bartender was right, he'll have to shave when he gets back to his quarters.
" anyway, what's your poison? "