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Adults are basically 12 year olds with more alcohol

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.

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[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.

[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.

[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.]

[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.

[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~~]

[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.

[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?

[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.]

[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.]

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.]

[~~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.]

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.

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.

[She gives a casual shrug.]

Don't get me wrong, I know how to party. My own way. It's human parties I'll never understand. No offense, but it feels like humans'll celebrate anything.

None taken, I'm not human. [Then he remembers. The fact he's suddenly changed species will take some getting used to yet.] Or at least I wasn't before I got here.

[Oh, well that's certainly a surprise for her. She almost feels bad now...]

And here I thought I'd be the last one to assume something like that... Well, you pass. Not sure if that's good, though.

Beats me ... but I'm not so sure it's a bad thing either. And as for passing, well, you spend enough time on a human ship, and a few things are bound to rub off on you.

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[Oh right, Shepard mentioned humans in space awhile back. It's so strange ...they're a baby race. Babies in space.]

I still don't know how I feel about humans having ships in the first place. Either they got a lot more organized in the future, or the universe somehow became a better babysitter.

At least in our time, they've more or less become unified as a race. There's still some radical splinter groups, but those exist everywhere.

As for the baby-sitter, the Citadel council keeps a close eye on new races. If it wasn't for the Council intervening, things could be very different.

Huh...

[The fact that humans were able to unify and her race still hasn't kind of burns.

So much for the baby comment.]

And the Council is...?

The Council is the government for Citadel Space. The Three-- four, since humanity joined, biggest races on the galaxy each have a representative, they make the rules the rest of the galaxy plays to.

All the races have their own government and territory, but by and large they're part of the Citadel Government. They follow the rules, get protection, aid, trading agreements ...

I think a human on the Normandy called it "The U.N. on steroids," whatever that means.

I don't understand this mindset where other races can tell everyone else what to do. Let me guess, they're all organic, too.

[She begins muttering at this point.]

Either we never had a say in this, or we're all dead by time this happens.

[And that's terrifying.]

I don't really think too much of it. I guess that comes from being turian. Discipline's in your blood.

[Although from the almost sarcastic note in his voice, you can tell he's probably not a very good turian.

He does catch that last bit though. It's a scary thought, knowing your race might not be around. And he also caught that part about everyone being organic. You don't exactly need to be a genius to figure out what that means.]

I take it this isn't exactly how you normally look either.

[What the hell is a turian--NO WAIT, no need to be a massive hypocrite. Just because she doesn't know a race, doesn't mean she has to treat them poorly.]

Far from it. To give you an idea, humans normally came up to my knees. I was also on the short side...

You have no idea how badly I want this scrap over and done with. If I hadn't been stationed on Earth before getting dragged into this mess, I would've gone insane.

[But enough about her.]

So what about you? How different's a...turian?

[Well. Someone like her could have come in handy back on Omega.]

Well, not quite that different, but different. Normally I'm a bit taller, have mandibles, a metallic carapace, few other differences ...

[Even as a human he looks a bit different. The parts of his eyes that should be white are black, and his features are sharper, more predatory.]

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