Shit. She's using the glare.
Rex sighs, downs his entire bottle of beer in one shot, and sighs again. He's had his ass kicked twice in the last two or so months, and admitting that something he likes.
"Okay, so I might have gone to the bar the other night after Nic went on a date with Cindy Lord. I really just didn't want to think about my sister being...you know." Rex says, clearly uncomfortable with talking about Nicolette's sexuality, too.
"So, this Krogan comes into the bar and starts asking about Aleea of all people and where he could find her. Well, I may or may not have told him to go screw himself...and then I may or may not have called him a coward with no balls." Rex says quietly.
Hope, of course, would be aware that this is the single most grievous insult one could visit upon a Krogan warrior.
"So, he may or may not have tossed me through the glass window at the bar, and we might have fought out in the street until Aleea showed up. Then she left with him." Rex finishes quietly.
"So...yeah. That may or may not be what happened." Rex says.
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