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.

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[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.

[robotfightclub]

[She rolls her eyes at that. Wheeljack, please.]

Some of it? Sure. Beer is not one of those.

[It's very unlikely she'll get wasted tonight. Those sensitive new taste buds simply can't handle beer.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Don't you roll your eyes at him, gurl.]

Guess beer cereal's out of the question, then.

[His eyes keep fixed on You, just in case she runs off to do something stupid. Although...the chances for that to happen are more for Wheeljack than her.]

Enjoyin' yourself at least?

[robotfightclub]

As much as I can in this place.

[Lately the city's been promoted from 'scraphole' to simply 'place'. It's a step forward, honest!]

For the most part? It's fun. ...Won't lie, it's making me miss Earth.

[She'd say 'homesick', but that isn't exactly home, is it?]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

You can say that again.

['Adjusting' was more like it. Wheeljack hated to be confined into one space more than anything. When that space was your own body, it took some getting used to. Lessons were learned. Clothes had to be worn.]

Can't say I'm as fond of the rock as you guys...just got there and all. But it's growin' on me.

...Scenery's nice.

[robotfightclub]

It's not the scenery or the 'rock' I miss.

[In all honesty, Earth can suck it. That said, there is just a tiny bit of sadness in her voice as she continues.]

It's the people on it.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[That gets his attention. Yeah, he'll be serious for this, because he knows that feeling.]

The kids, huh.

[Truth be told, he didn't really meet them outside of 'hey', given the Makeshift fiasco.]

[robotfightclub]

Kids, the team. Everyone. You have no idea how many times I've wished Optimus were here. As a bot. [of course] He'd know what to do... Set things straight. We'd be back to normal in no time. I could see Jack again...

[She stops herself when she realizes she's dumping her feelings on him. Whoops, didn't mean for that to happen. There's a nice, awkward side glace.]

But wishing never gets you anywhere.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack turns quiet at that, thinking it over. He would agree--although not out loud--that Optimus would have probably found a way out of this. He'd more than proven himself to the Wrecker.]

Can't sit around waitin' for him.

[But it makes him think.]

We'll just have to start without him. And who knows? Maybe -they're- what we need to get out of here.

[He gestures to Bullmon, and then You.]

Like a game. Maybe we just gotta win.

[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.

[robotfightclub]

[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.

[calibrates_big_guns]

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.

[robotfightclub]

[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.

[calibrates_big_guns]

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.

[robotfightclub]

[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.

[calibrates_big_guns]

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.

[robotfightclub]

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...?

[calibrates_big_guns]

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.

[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.