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.

[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.

[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.]

[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.]