Adults are basically 12 year olds with more alcohol

[renegadedriving]

Who: Shepard, Garrus, Shepard's adult CR
What: In order to introduce her boyfriend to her friends, Shepard throws a party. With bacon. And beer. And anything others bring!
When: Backdated to Friday
Where: The Communal Kitchen

[Today, Shepard is introducing Garrus to the adults of terminal. They’ve settled into the communal kitchen, and Shepard has pulled out all the supplies she’ll need to make bacon.]

[And there are multiple 6-packs of beer on the counter.]

You ready for the least conventional human dinner party of your life?

Are we talking our sort of “conventional,” or the actual, boring kind?

The ‘I have no idea if this even counts as a dinner party anymore’ kind.

Somehow, I just knew that was going to be the answer

[Although judging from his amused grin he’s not exactly displeased with the fact.]

Probably for the best. I don’t exactly have a suit and tie handy.

[Shepard grins right back.]

Bacon is hardly suit and tie food. Although you’d probably look good like that... Better than I do in fancy dresses, anyways.

High praise, considering I had to pick my mandibles up off the floor when I saw you heading to Hock’s party.

. . . I wouldn’t tell that story, if I were you. It involved a lot of thievery.

[A pause.]

Okay, actually, it just involved me in a horrible dress and I’m pretty sure the network already saw me in pajamas, my friends don’t need to hear about my other clothing disasters.

[She glances at the doors.]

You ready for this?

[You can tell by that smirk of his he’s going to be asking around for pictures of that.]

I think with everything we’ve been through I’m ready for just about anything. Dinner parties are a new one, though.

Meat and alcohol isn’t, though. You’ll do fine.

[He chuckles, and puts an arm around her waist]

Well, when you put it like that …

[Shepard tugs Garrus down for a quick kiss, grins, then wiggles out of his grasp to go open the doors.]

Then let’s do this thing.

Comments

[perrytheperson]

[Perry wasn't sure what the protocol for this was. Leave Bartholomew behind or bring him along? Was he supposed to bring food or drinks or was Shepard providing everything. He tried to think of some of the parties at OWCA but honestly now that he thought about it he'd been working more often than not when those parties had happened.

Great. So what was he supposed to do?

After debating on it for several minutes, Perry finally arrived at the kitchen with a bag of chips and dip (couldn't go wrong with that) and his Tapirmon, Bartholomew who was also pitching in by bringing a plate of cookies (because you couldn't go wrong with that either, right?).

He tried not to show how awkward he felt when Sheppard opened the door just as he was about to push it open himself. Perry took a step back and gave her a sheepish smile before holding up his bag of chips and jar of dip in greeting. His hands were full so he couldn't really wave. Bartholomew bobbed his head, carefully balancing the tray of cookies on one hoof as he floated over the ground.]

We come bearing sustenance.

[renegadedriving]

[Shepard grins broadly in greeting.]

Hey! Come on in.

[She nods approvingly at the various offerings to the party food gods.]

Glad to see we've got something other than bacon. I was kinda hoping other people would pitch in.

[+5 party preparedness points, Perry! holy shit that was a lot of P words]

[calibrates_big_guns]

[Garrus'll just take those off your hands, Perry.] Thanks

And given we only had bacon and beer, that should probably be "counting on".

[He hasn't had bacon before, but any party with only one food is kind of a sorry affair. And this is coming from the turian in the room.]

[perrytheperson]

[Perry entered with her partner floating beside him. At those words he wonders if maybe he should have brought MORE food in that case but decided against it. After all, it wasn't really his fault if other people weren't considerate about party protocol. Also, he should probably stop thinking about it in such "official" terms.]

We actually were not sure at first if bringing food would be warranted or not, but we felt it was better to play it safe.

[Perry hands the food over to Garrus and a nod of 'your welcome.' He gives Shepard a questioning look. Why would you think only bacon and beer would fuel a party. Bartholomew, who has gotten much better at "reading" his oddly mute partner voices it.]

Only bacon and beer?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[So far this party was full of silent people--some literally. But that didn't mean that they couldn't be soci-oh wait. Well, maybe Digimon were better at starting conversations than their pals.

You sees Bartholomew entering, holding the cookies on his hoof. Now THAT'S what she called providing! It'd go great with their ice cream.]

Hey! Uh...Bartho...something. Bartholomew! Yeah! Hey!

[Wheeljack cast a glance to see what his Gazimon was up to, only to see her rushing over to greet Perry.

Oh, so they finally meet in person.]

[perrytheperson]

[Perry can be a party animal and in some cases literally...he's just not often given the outlet and is often a bit too focused on his work. Granted, the last party he really remembers being a part of was helping his nemesis put on a party for his daughter so Perry wasn't sure what the said about his social life. Oh well, he always had the Flynn-Fletcher various birthdays to look forward to. Although now he had to worry that he would miss those.

Alright Perry, stop thinking so much to yourself and try to be fun for once. Bartholomew turns to You.]

Hi You. It's good to meet you in person finally.

[Perry nodded to You and then looked beyond her to her partner and raised a hand in silent greeting.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[It's okay, Perry, Wheeljack can tell you're one of those deep-thinker types. Not that it was a bad thing. Just something Wheeljack will need to work with. He gives a two fingered salute in return, watching You scurry over to Bartholomew.]

Yeah! And you brought cookies? Don't tell me you made those yourself, or I'll be really jealous.

[Because boy does she wish Wheeljack could cook something that wasn't microwaved.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack didn't usually do parties. Social gatherings just weren't his thing. Heck, being social wasn't. But if he was going to make it here in this place...might as well enjoy the finer things in life. Like a party with his new friends.

You said that you usually bring food to these things. It made sense, everyone bringing food so you call could eat. But what would he bring? It was a toss up between cereal and ice cream, and after You's careful persuasion, ice cream won out.

And more beer. Boom. Beer Floats.

Wheeljack arrives at the party, burger being slowly eaten in one hand as the case of beer is held in the other, with You holding the tub in her claws. You didn't think he'd come to this party without already eating something, did you? He panned around, looking for a place to set the food, nodding his head to where the chips, dip and other assortments already laid out had been put. With a heave, he set the can of beer next to the other, with You shoving the tub up next to it.

Now the fun part.]

Quite the party. 's Pretty quaint.

[He'd talk more, if he wasn't finishing his burger.]

Ugh, you're so RUDE, sometimes.

[unknowing_user]

[Well this would be awkward in ways, if it wasn't for the fact that Sam is pretty much trained to deal with most non family oriented awkward moments. Though it's still kind of odd to heave the case of beer into the stack of beer already there and seeing the guy he hobo'd it up with on a street corner doing the same thing.

At least the items he had tricked Monodramon into carrying here were not in anyway related to ice cream, so it wasn't exactly the same thing. Though the bags of various snack foods were not exactly much better, but he's seen weirder spreads at other parties and no one had brought jello. So there was still a chance this would be a party of drunken stupid decisions and not a drunk and don't remember the stupid decisions later.]

Don't think get together type things like this get all that wild until after the second beer run.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack raised his eyebrows at seeing all that beer. To be honest, he didn't particularly mind. To him? He just saw it as 'Beer and beer-I-can-put-into-the-other-food'. Nothing really lost, right? His gaze cast up, to Sam, recognizing him from the sidewalk bonding they'd had.

Good times. Gooooood times.]

Great minds think alike, yeah?

[unknowing_user]

Clearly we both have the best priorities when it comes to essentials for a gathering.

[And he just smirks in that stupidly smarmy way. Because well this at least won't be as uncomfortable as some of the parties he had to attend because it was expected of him.]

You both are weird. No wonder you get along

[And someone's digimon took after his partner in being sassy.]

[renegadedriving]

[If you don't think Shepard is going to be a good sport about someone randomly eating a burger at a bizarre dinner party, you don't know Shepard. She has an eyebrow raised, but that is most certainly an amused smile.]

Are you seriously eating a burger right now?

[She doesn't honestly sound surprised.]

You know there's bacon, right?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Hey, when in Rome, get a burger. When asked, he simply looks at the item in question, turning it a few different angles--as if to make sure it was in fact, a burger.]

Looks that way.

[Well, at least no one's disappointed then.]

Wait. Ya got bacon here? 'Fried happiness'?

[That's what Sam called it, but he'd never seen it before...so...which one was the bacon?]

[robotfightclub]

[Arcee's way of partying has always been very 'on the sidelines'ish. Not that she didn't want to interact or was being antisocial, in fact if anyone were to walk up to her, she'd probably be friendly enough where people wouldn't feel unwelcomed. She just liked to...watch. So of course, as soon as she enters, she's going to go lean against a wall. This is her wall now, she claimed it as her own.

The opposite could be said about Arcee's tag along, Bullmon, who insisted he come since digivolving meant he was an ADULT now. He practically bursts in, eyes darting every which way to take in all the ADULT activities. OH BOY OH BOY--no one's doing anything. Well his mood never died any faster. Lowering his head and bracing for what he can only imagine as something boring, he trudges along and follows Arcee to her wall.

Arcee probably should have kept him back at the apartment, but come on. Leaving him there, alone, even as Tapirmon was just asking for trouble.]

Behave or you're steak.

[Bullmon goes to say something, but stops himself since she could very well be serious. As of right now, simply consider him her giant bovine shadow. ...Which is exactly what Arcee wants, like hell she's going to have him ruin Shepherd's party. She's one of the few humans here she can actually tolerate.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[While Wheeljack wasn't exactly familiar with Arcee to the point of knowing her social life, he'd picked up a few cues from his brief moments at base--she was the type to sit back and enjoy the show. But that didn't mean he couldn't do the same, right? Wheeljack was never really one for chitchat, and if Arcee was playing the 'stand back and watch' game, so could he.

Don't mind if he leans on your claimed wall, watching You scamper around to look at all the food. Hey, 'Eating' Monster, what did you expect?

He doesn't say anything, merely giving Bullmon a nod of acknowledgement.]

...So.

[robotfightclub]

Attempting smalltalk, Wheeljack? You're just full of surprises.

[She's not going to beat around the bush and do the 'So' game with him, sorry. Let's break the ice now and enjoy the party.]

Try not to drink too much. I know beer is your condiment of choice, but there's no way I'm dragging your sorry aft back to your room.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

What can I say? I try.

[What if he likes the 'So.' game--well, he does seem to loosen up a bit, giving a slight smirk as he watches everyone else converse.]

No promises, Arcee. You know me, I'm a hard one to stop.

You have to admit, if it's one thing humans got right, it's their fuel.

[calibrates_big_guns]

I get the feeling you're more the sit back and watch type.

[Hope you don't mind Garrus stealing a bit of your wall.

[Yes this party's thrown partially for him, but, well, he doesn't join in all the fun, stupid things until he's got at least a few drinks in him.]

[robotfightclub]

[Sir, that is HER wall.]

What gave it away? The sitting back or the watching?

[Joking aside, she gives a small smirk.]

Sorry I didn't bring a present. Maybe next year.


[...Arcee, this isn't a birthday party.]

[calibrates_big_guns]

Oh, is this an annual thing?

[Garrus replies with a chuckle]

I can't blame you, I don't exactly know the, ah, [It seems way to formal for beer and bacon, but--] etiquette for these things either.

[renegadedriving]

[Shepard isn't about to leave her lady friend (no, not that kind) alone with her digimon, no, she is not. Monodramon has also taken interest in what's going on in this corner of the room-- why is there someone in Champion form here? Shepard has banned him from randomly using his, because he's been using it to intimidate people that he really doesn't need to, and there's only so much of that Shepard is willing to tolerate.]

Hey Arcee--

Hey, why are you digivolved?!

[robotfightclub]

[Well excuse him, Monodramon, SOME OF US are responsible with our Champion form. Us being Bullmon, who puffs out his chest in a weird attempt to appear impressive.]

Because I'm the man!!

[Obviously annoyed, Arcee shoves her partner back where he belongs, in the background. Didn't she say no talking?

Her eyes are on Shepard the whole time, however.]

Hey. I'd apologize for the lack of food, but knowing my cooking knowledge, I probably did you a favor.

[grifball]

[Who has two thumbs, several organs from his bestie, and likes meat and alcohol?]

[This guy.]

[Okay so he may be far from the first choice to invite to a party. In fact whether or not he was invited is very debatable (sure it's under a pile of garbage somewhere), but the fake soldier in orange was there and keeping very close to the refreshments table. Trying to force beer on his partner.]

Come on it's a party, live a little Kissass.

I have no interest sir, and your ulterior motives are quite obvious.

I take offense to that. Sure you may turn out to be a bigger lightweight than Simmons and either a) pass out after one drink or b) be a fun drunk either way giving me a evening worth's of ripe blackmail material that doesn't mean-

Actually wait that's pretty much my entire motive. Huh. [Sounds silly when he says it outloud.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Whether or not you're the first choice or not for a party is debatable, Grif, but Wheeljack's more than glad to see you come through the door. You understand him, sometimes. It's a bro thing.

But this was the first time he'd seen someone try to push beer on a Digimon. If only because Wheeljack's first thought was 'why don't you want it yourself'.]

So you got invited too, huh.

Why are you pushing that beer in his face?

[You asks the important questions.]

[renegadedriving]

[Shepard caught wind of this digimon alcohol peer pressure through Monodramon. And do you know why?]

[Because he's whining. Intensely. Shepard won't let him have any of her grown up drinks, so why does Kissass get to have them? Shepard has informed him that this is just the price he pays for having a decent name. It shut him up pretty quickly. But the commentary still needs to be given.]

Are you one of those people from those shitty PSA videos who try to make kids take drugs? Just say no, Kissass.

[. . .]

Did you seriously name him that?