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[articletwelve]

who. washington and york [cr aus]
what. wash opens up about his feelings. no, not those feelings.
where. the quad
when. backdated to mid-march, a few days after after this log [fixing some character development issues]
warnings. none

As far as Wash can tell, The Quad isn't used to having a diverse clientele. He hasn't had much experience with krogans himself, but that was more out of self-preservation than anything else. 'Course, York had never been much for that. Probably how she landed the job.

It's not that long into her shift that he slips inside, and though there's a group of krogans near the back that look like they're already well into their cups, there's not too much activity up at the bar. Wash slides into a seat by the back wall and raises his hand to signal the bartender, lips curling up when he catches her eye.

"So, you do sell real alcohol here, right?"

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[neverknocks]

York wasn't expecting Wash to show up, at least not without warning, but she'd be lying if she said it wasn't good to see him. She grins back at him, making her way over.

"I dunno, man. Some of this stuff tastes an awful lot like it was made in a prison toilet, but then again, maybe I just haven't developed a taste for ryncol yet."

"You haven't developed the liver for ryncol, human," scoffs a battle-scarred krogan as he comes out of the back room, drying his hands with a rag. He stops to peer at Wash, leaning in to give him a thoroughly appraising look with narrowed eyes. "Who's this? Friend of yours? How does he handle his liquor?"