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Ah, Purgatory. It was always strange to be back on the Citadel but to be making camp at one of its bars was...a unique situation, to say the least. Chishan stood in the line of people, all types of aliens present, to get into the popular watering hole quietly and with his arms crossed over his chest. To anyone who cared to observe, they'd notice that the man looked rather unexcited over the prospect of being let in. It wasn't that Chishan didn't enjoy settling down and having a drink every now and then -- in fact, it was one of his favorite pass-times -- but having had to deal with some of the superior officers in Cerberus had put him in a foul mood. Monica had suggested he go to Purgatory to blow off some steam and cool down a bit. Though he had adamantly spoke against that option, it became obvious quickly that it was less of a suggestion and more of an order. He knew later on he would thank Monica for the suggestion -- despite being romantically entangled with Apio, she seemed to have a way with understanding what was best for Chishan as well. Not bad, considering she was a hard-assed, foul-mouthed example of a woman. A smirk passed briefly over his lips over the thought before his eyes refocused on the line -- which had suddenly started to move.

It looked like he was about to make his way inside when the bouncer's hand thrust out and pressed itself against his chest. Chishan has to stifle the instinct to break the man's hand at the wrist and send him hurtling over his shoulder. Training was a hard thing to simply rewire and when people put him in an agitated state...well, he'd been better about not hurting those people than he had been in the past. The turian looked Chishan over, giving him a slow and methodical up and down before he spoke. "Bar's filled. You'll have to wait."

The human sighed and rolled his eyes but that was all the rebellion he gave over the conclusion. He continued to stand there for several more minutes, his arms still folded and his eyes looking slowly from side to side to pass the time. Finally the turian waved him in, to which Chishan simply responded with "Thanks." No need to give the man any more hassle than he would surely receive from the more riotous crew that would come later in the evening.

The thrumming music was the first thing that hit his ears as the door slid open and revealed the guts of the bar. Bodies swayed and moved on the upper level before him, men and women dancing all of their cares away for one reason or another. He crossed up the steps and bee-lined to the bar on the left-side, where there was significantly less people in his way. Brushing past the few that did manage to get in his way, Chishan finally had hands on the bar and waved the bartender over. "Asari honey mead." He put in his order, raising his voice to get above the music and conversations happening all around. A simple nod was all he received as the bartender turned back and searched for the bottle. Once a tumbler had been filled and passed Chishan's way, he turned and leaned against the bar with his drink in hand and his attention outwards towards the crowd.