The Candidate: Getting Drunk (8/19)
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September 7 2011, 11:48:02 UTC
There was a silence full of breathing and for a moment, Garrus wondered if he’d said too much. But it was the truth. Nihlus looked like the sort to appreciate truth above pleasantries. He took a drink and passed the bottle.
Nihlus took it, drank some, cleared his throat. “Well. I was actually about to say that it’s not all medals and honors in real life. He’s a difficult man. Hah, talk about an understatement. He’s an impossible man.”
“Personally or professionally?”
“Both? Well, I guess it depends. Professionally, we just don’t see eye to eye. He’s... He stops at nothing, you know?”
“Give me an example.”
“Hm. Ok. Let’s say there’s a very bad criminal hiding onboard a shuttle full of civilians, and you can either blow up the shuttle along with all the innocents, or let him go and catch him later. What would you do?”
Garrus took a second to think about it, but he already knew the answer. “I’d blow the shuttle.”
Nihlus choked and sprayed Garrus with tequila. “Spirits,” he laughed. “The two of you would make a fine couple. I’d spare the civilians, of course.”
“If the criminal is bad enough, you probably save more by not letting him escape.”
“Yeah, I know that logic. All in the numbers. But I just can’t think that way.”
The conversation took a wrong turn, Garrus could sense it in the tension forming in his shoulders, and just as he thought that, Nihlus flexed his shoulders and said, “That bottle looks almost empty.”
“Pretty much, yeah,” Garrus said and took a step forward. Nihlus held position. He smelled of sweat and soap and radiated crazy amounts of heat. “But I brought other gifts.”
“Let me see.” Nihlus took the little bag of red dust and laughed again. “Spirits, Vakarian. You bought this for me? What made you think…?”
“Hey, no obligations. I told you I’m not into that stuff, but if you are…”
“Oh, you read that right. I’m definitely into sand. I’m into anything, really. Been quite a while, though.” Nihlus was fumbling to open the little bag with drunken fingers. “But… if this is your way of… you should know it’s really not up to me.”
Garrus was way too drunk to play guessing games. “What isn’t?”
“The selection. I’ve already put in a recommendation for you so it doesn’t matter if we… you know. But I have no idea if it will bear any weight. Saren is weird.”
“In all honesty, you’re pretty weird too.”
“Wait till you see me dusted.”
They laughed and Garrus stepped even closer. Nihlus’s proximity was intoxicating way beyond the superficial effects of alcohol. Garrus saw him sniffing in, and several beats later, he started glowing in soft blues. “Come,” he said, and Garrus gave in. He placed his hands on Nihlus’s waist, felt the muscles ripple under the fabric of his black civies and his own suddenly became awfully tight. He dove into Nihlus’s neck, inhaled.
“Damn, you’re hot.”
“Mmmmh. Haven’t heard that in a while. What else?”
Garrus laughed. “Crazy?”
“Yeah,” Nihlus whispered, and a knowing hand found its way to Garrus’s crotch. “I’m jackshit insane.”
Nihlus took it, drank some, cleared his throat. “Well. I was actually about to say that it’s not all medals and honors in real life. He’s a difficult man. Hah, talk about an understatement. He’s an impossible man.”
“Personally or professionally?”
“Both? Well, I guess it depends. Professionally, we just don’t see eye to eye. He’s... He stops at nothing, you know?”
“Give me an example.”
“Hm. Ok. Let’s say there’s a very bad criminal hiding onboard a shuttle full of civilians, and you can either blow up the shuttle along with all the innocents, or let him go and catch him later. What would you do?”
Garrus took a second to think about it, but he already knew the answer. “I’d blow the shuttle.”
Nihlus choked and sprayed Garrus with tequila. “Spirits,” he laughed. “The two of you would make a fine couple. I’d spare the civilians, of course.”
“If the criminal is bad enough, you probably save more by not letting him escape.”
“Yeah, I know that logic. All in the numbers. But I just can’t think that way.”
The conversation took a wrong turn, Garrus could sense it in the tension forming in his shoulders, and just as he thought that, Nihlus flexed his shoulders and said, “That bottle looks almost empty.”
“Pretty much, yeah,” Garrus said and took a step forward. Nihlus held position. He smelled of sweat and soap and radiated crazy amounts of heat. “But I brought other gifts.”
“Let me see.” Nihlus took the little bag of red dust and laughed again. “Spirits, Vakarian. You bought this for me? What made you think…?”
“Hey, no obligations. I told you I’m not into that stuff, but if you are…”
“Oh, you read that right. I’m definitely into sand. I’m into anything, really. Been quite a while, though.” Nihlus was fumbling to open the little bag with drunken fingers. “But… if this is your way of… you should know it’s really not up to me.”
Garrus was way too drunk to play guessing games. “What isn’t?”
“The selection. I’ve already put in a recommendation for you so it doesn’t matter if we… you know. But I have no idea if it will bear any weight. Saren is weird.”
“In all honesty, you’re pretty weird too.”
“Wait till you see me dusted.”
They laughed and Garrus stepped even closer. Nihlus’s proximity was intoxicating way beyond the superficial effects of alcohol. Garrus saw him sniffing in, and several beats later, he started glowing in soft blues. “Come,” he said, and Garrus gave in. He placed his hands on Nihlus’s waist, felt the muscles ripple under the fabric of his black civies and his own suddenly became awfully tight. He dove into Nihlus’s neck, inhaled.
“Damn, you’re hot.”
“Mmmmh. Haven’t heard that in a while. What else?”
Garrus laughed. “Crazy?”
“Yeah,” Nihlus whispered, and a knowing hand found its way to Garrus’s crotch. “I’m jackshit insane.”
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