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

[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.

[robotfightclub]

A game?

[Sorry, Wheeljack, that kind of...sets her off.]

Look, I know you weren't here earlier, but a lot of scrap went down. This isn't a game, this is their war.

[Bullmon, in agreement, simply snorts.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack's seen war, more than one probably should, so that get's a sliggght look of surprise out of him.]

What kind of scrap?

[He looks from You, to Bullmon.]

...well, end goal's still the same. We win this, we go home. Can't see it happenin' any other way.