Purgatory Bar

Shepard sat down at the bar as she waited. She was wearing her favorite leather jacket and black pants. It felt good to be on the Citadel without having to worry about an ongoing threat against the galaxy.

“Open up a tab,” Shepard said to the bartender.

The salarian tending the bar nodded and started it up.

Shepard ordered a shot of tequila and downed it.