outsiderslogs | god forbid i would show some understanding

who. Severa, York
what. Severa crosses the wrong turian and ends up in a bar fight
where. The Quad
when. After her gun training session, in the wake of the shuttle explosion
warnings. A very stupid, cocky teenager

"You wanna repeat that?"

Of course, Severa knew better than to actually answer, once she knew she'd insulted the birdlike creature—a turian, decked in a shade of blue she'd seen on a few other aliens around here. But there was no way he'd actually attack her. And even if he did, Severa knew that she'd probably win. Between Starscream and York, she'd gotten pretty good at using her pistol.

"What's the hardest part about treating—" was as far as she got into re-telling the joke she'd overheard from some other humans before she saw the turian start to stand up. He didn't even have to get to his full height for Severa to see that she was several inches shorter than him. Not that it scared her. As coolly as she did anything, she reached for her pistol at her hip, hoping that that would be enough to stop him from doing anything.

No such luck. He'd had something much bigger strapped across his back. Severa recognized it as what they called an assault rifle, though she wasn't sure what kind. This was really not the time. As the turian's gun readied itself, the other two people sitting at his table scooted their chairs away. Severa didn't see anyone else moving, so she exhaled and raised her pistol to eye level, lining any potential shots up with where a heart would be on a human. It was a gamble, but everything so far had been one, too.

It took a quick recollection of what assault rifles could actually do to people, especially those without armor, for Severa to realize she was in way over her head. "I don't want to do this," she said, not letting her gun drop. The turian wasn't budging either. This was turning into a terrible idea.

Threaded | Flat

Maybe telling Severa to meet her at The Quad wasn't the best idea, but hey, a girl's gotta work, and Severa was at least older than most of the teenagers who usually came in here looking for her. York had figured that at the very least Severa'd be fine while she ran to the back room to grab a few extra bottles for the shelf, but she overheard a fuss being raised and the second she stepped back into the bar, she saw guns pointed.

"Whoa, hey, hey," York said loudly, setting the bottles down on the bar, and she gave the turian an unimpressed look. It wasn't like fights didn't break out in here all the time, but guns being raised were a pretty strict no-no, and like hell Severa was anywhere near prepared for this. York wasn't even sure she knew how to point and shoot that thing without getting slammed in the gut with recoil. She waved one arm sharply. "Guns down, people. This is Davrax's establishment, remember? And he doesn't like bullet holes in his bar. So put that assault rifle down nice and slow, you hear me? Besides, she's just a kid. Cool your jets."

The turian didn't look all that convinced, and he definitely didn't lower his rifle. "She looks old enough to me," he said, only looking at York briefly. "Besides, she insulted me."

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