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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[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.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Got the important stuff, that's all that matters.

[He can almost feel your condescending look from somewhere, Arcee. He gives a smirk back, bumping the kid's shoulder with a fist.]

Tell me about it. It's like they're twins.