[b][color=92278f][h2][centre]Alya "Nez" Nunez[/centre][/h2][/color][/b]

Nez hardly ever visited bars. She had no reason to. She couldn’t drink - at least not in what humans would call the [i]real[/i] world -, and if she did, she probably would ruin her circuits. Of course, there would be safety precautions, but she wasn’t going to try. Even though she was practically waterproof, one droplet in the wrong place could cause major problems. The only juice she needed was the occasional oil change, but there were mechanic shops for that. Still, she ordered a drink, if only to seem like a normal human and not to get kicked out for holding up a seat. 

She sat at the far end of the room in a dimly lit corner booth with all sort of techy stuff littering the table. She knew exactly what each part did and what it was for, but for others it may seem like junk. She fiddled around with some of the parts a little bit and softly cursed when a few sparks erupted from one of them. [color=92278f][b]“Damn!”[/b][/color] She knew she didn’t have the right tools with her – those were back at her workplace -, but she didn’t really want to be there right now. It was in one of the more remote parts of the city, a quiet place where no one really came. The bar felt homelier, more alive. The people who came here weren’t the best representatives of the human race, but they were people who talked. 

[color=gray][b]“I need another!”[/b][/color] Yelled a man loudly. He seemed drunk, but she couldn’t tell from where she was sitting. Her optic was damaged and her enhanced vision was more like ‘slightly better vision than a human but still crappy as hell’ than anything substantial. She knew she needed to fix it, but she didn’t have the right tools at her disposal, not even in her storage unit. Besides, it was fine. She’d gotten used to it and she rarely needed it. Not seeing everything could even be considered an advantage. Less data to store and keep track of. Nevertheless, she did plan on fixing it one day. Her life-span could be considered infinite – if nothing happened to the servers -, so there was no rush. 

Looking back at the man - which was hard given her optic didn’t work properly -, she considered his rudeness. He was clearly drunk, or at least getting there, but his behaviour was not appropriate. At least not to the waitress who treated everyone with the upmost respect, even the jackasses who ‘hit’ on her were treated with respect. Granted, she may have just acted on code instead of actual consciousness and feelings. Nez didn’t know. If it was her being talked down to, she would’ve just kicked them right where it hurts and shouted at them, although she had to admit that it was badass of the waitress to just stand there like a cinder block and not giving it any attention. Again, that could be code, but Nez liked to believe otherwise.

She redirected her attention to the bolts and bits lying on top of the table before her before roughly putting them back in her handbag. She would work on her projects later. Right now, she just wanted to sit in her booth, stirring the beverage she wasn’t going to consume and listening at the chatter around her. Maybe she could even have a conversation with someone. With that thought she made a hand gesture to wave over the android waitress.