Rent's Due Ch. 1This guy is late. Sorlow paced in front of the small bar called Anonymous. It was crammed in an alley way between two stores, Quick Eats Batarian Cuisine and some shady boutique that sold rather questionable lingerie. There's a single display window in front and on its ledge always sat a line of assorted glasses. Different shapes and sizes yet not a single one completely empty. The salarian never really questioned it; the place was strange after all. With a quick surveying of his whereabouts making sure no one had followed him, he slipped inside the door.He soon entered a familiar world. The scent of clove cigarettes swooshed pass as a few