The Devil's Nest | Thursday Evening

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Buffy was spending her shift on her new phone, trying to figure out how the friggen thing worked. Being from the past meant she had a lot of technology to catch up on. She was about five minutes away from downloading Candy Crush, god help her.

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Re: Bar

[playsforkepesh]

"Yes!" Sorry, Kaidan. "I mean -- yes, sir. I mean, I think I have? I think her standards of... basic compassion are a little different from, er, mine. And I don't want her worrying that I'm going to snap at her all the time! I feel awful about it."

She sipped her drink -- no, make that chugged.

Re: Bar

[not_a_whiner]

Well. That was. Well.

"I don't know," Kaidan settled on, finally. "Just... be nice. I guess. Either it'll blow over or it won't."

Re: Bar

[playsforkepesh]

"Right." She said it respectfully, because he had a point, even if it was a simple one, and then she pushed her glass back and signaled Tiny for a refill. "Thanks, Commander. Sorry to burden you with that."

Re: Bar

[not_a_whiner]

"It's all right, Specialist," Kaidan said. He took another sip of beer and then added, ruefully, "Relationships just aren't really my area of expertise."

Re: Bar

[playsforkepesh]

"No, no, we're not, that's not it," she clarified quickly. "We're just friends. Sorry, anyway."

All the flail, basically.

She took a moment to concentrate on downing her second drink, because that meant she didn't have to make eye contact with Kaidan and acknowledge how mortified she was to have even said anything, but she did glance his way again once she was done, if a little sheepishly.

"So -- shall I leave you to drink in peace?" It seemed the polite thing to do and all.

Re: Bar

[not_a_whiner]

"Uh..."

And here Kaidan was, socially awkward enough himself that he wasn't sure what to do in the face of so much flail. Wondering vaguely if he'd said something wrong. "Did I say something to offend you?"