Garrus strode into the bar and made his way to Shepard with a feeling of relief. He really needed a drink now, what with that Marguerite woman and her advances. It was... flattering, of course it was, but he'd never considered... cross species liaisons. He was so very much out of his depth. Give him a position to defend and enemies to shoot, and he wouldn't be rattled, but this... he'd never been so flustered in his life.
He dropped onto a stool next to the commander. "Shepard. What are we drinking?"