Dextro doozy [2186]

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   Despite the leering stares that normally follow around a lone quarian everywhere they go outside of the Flotilla, Tali’s stride is both confident and unconcerned with any and all nearby prying eyes. A messenger bag is slumped over her shoulder, filled with used ship components she salvaged from the Sirta Foundation yards.

To complete the shopping expedition, she might as well nab a vacuum tube or two of dextro liquor that does not taste like a mouthful of throat burn mixed with fire.

No sooner as she stepped through the automatic doors than she’s invited to join the turian primarch. Needless to say, it floors her a bit and makes her nearly drop her bag of salvage. “I— me? Oh. Well, I was just going to buy a tube of turian br—… wait. Is that chartreuse?”

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       The Primarch laughed sharply, sweeping his arm forward in a minute gesture to indicate the vacant seat beside him.  “I didn’t believe it at first, either.” He confirmed, something almost but not quite a grin baring rows of pointed incisors.  His eyes dropped to her bulging satchel, and his browplates lifted in amusement.  “Productive day?”

      “Come.” He beckoned again in a tone that brooks no argument – but it seemed the quarian machinist had already been intrigued by the vintage.  “Join me for just a little while.  When’s the last time you had a stiff drink?”

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