All right, York had to hand it to Davrax. The guy could spin anything, even a water shortage into bar specials. It was all bottled and hard liquor on special, of course. They couldn't even use the taps, anymore. York was stuck bringing bottled water to work, and that was starting to get scarce. One of the other bartenders had thought it was a little irresponsible, selling booze so hard when there's a water shortage. Davrax, evidently, didn't give a shit.

It was definitely helping business, that was for sure. The bar was a little more crowded than usual tonight -- mostly krogan and batarians, but there were a few humans here and there. It was imposible to ignore the kid wiggling his way into a seat at the bar, though, and York cocked an eyebrow at him before she shook her head, making as if to wave him off.

"Sorry, kid, no soda. Taps are all off."