Jason sat against a wall in the Zakera ward staring up at the ceiling. Maybe it was a mistake, maybe there was a glitch or a payment hadn’t gone through yet. Pushing off the wall he pulled up his Omni-tool and quickly checked his account.
 
[i]Credit Amount: 300[/i]

Nope, still dirt poor. Jason’s arms dropped to his side as he slumped back and slid down the wall. He knew what the problem was, his damn morals. He was a merc now, yet he wouldn’t take any jobs that involved drugs or hits. Hell, the only reason he had lasted this long was body guarding contracts but those really didn’t pay much. This was it, he had to make a decision. Starve with his honor, or finally give in to the criminal life…. Damn he needed a drink. Luckily there was a bar not too far, and from what he knew it wasn’t pricey. Pushing himself off the ground he made his way there.

Walking in a little too hastily he was given a stern look from the bouncer. Guess walking in armored up with high caliber weapons could give the wrong impression. Jason held his hands up half way and nodded to the Krogan, hoping it let him know he wasn’t trying anything. With luck the Krogan nodded back and continued surveying the joint, Jason did the same to see if there was a seat. Unfortunately the only one available was next to a rather drunk looking Batarian, a human sitting next to him would end really well.
Having no choice he walked up and took a seat.

“Hey barkeep, give me a rum and coke.” He almost immediately regretted saying anything as the Batarian next to him shoved his shoulder. 

“Hey you pink slime! That seat is taken!” The Batarian practically yelled in his face.

“Sorry, didn’t know anyone else was sitting here” Jason tried to apologize but the Batarian was having none of it.

“Just like you didn’t know we were in the Verge? You humans all think you can just romp around the galaxy, but sooner or later you’re gonna stick your ugly noses somewhere and your precious council won’t be able to save you!” Jason could see this guy was just having a political rant so he tried not to push him further. 

“Look man, I’ve got no problems with you. Just let me get my drink and I’ll-“ Before he could finish, the Batarian grabbed him by the chest plate and slammed him on the counter.

“I’LL GIVE YOU A PROBLEM!” The Batarian reached for a pistol he had on his side.

Acting fast Jason grabbed the first thing he could, which just so happened to be a glass of Turian brandy and vodka, and smashed it on the Batarian’s head. Now stunned, Jason gave a quick hook shot to the Batarian and knocked him to the floor. The Batarian quickly recovered with his weapon drawn, but didn’t take note of the Krogan standing behind him. In an instant the Batarian disarmed and flying out of the bar. 

With that taken care of Jason brushed the broken glass off and sat back down, just in time for his drink to arrive.