#purgatorymanager

((#college))

Literally like

I'm staying because there's going to be free pizza

A large part of him--80% at least--was anxious coming in here. He remembered the last time he tried installing C-Sec-ordered security in a bar; he ended up hanging with a three-fingered noose around his neck, thrown down on a table with a week-long backpain. But it was his job. He had to suck it up. 

Seeing a woman, though, a human woman, eased him. Then he told himself an angry human woman wasn't much better. Just greet briefly and walk past her. She won't notice if you're lucky.

         Javik wasn't quite sure he was in this bar. The commander most likely talked him into it. The Prothean rarely drank, and if he did he would not do such a thing in a rowdy place like this.                   It seemed he had lost track of them however. Frustrating.          The Prothean however did see a woman approaching him, simply standing around. It wasn't behavior that he himself found odd in this setting.

"They’re cloning us!"