Shotgun as a Verb 13/20
anonymous
November 11 2012, 20:05:21 UTC
Shepard needn't have worried about finding a topic of conversation; they both had plenty to say. It's hard to be too awkward when you have a bad case of The Giggles. They watched the newest Blasto movie, laughing and making stupid comments the whole way through. Her exclamations of "DERRRRRRR" every time the one dopey-looking human character appeared onscreen had Garrus practically rolling on the floor. It felt so good to laugh again. They talked animatedly about new weapons, old friends, and everything else she had missed out on in the past two years.
Hours passed like minutes.
...
"Ow. My face hurts, Shepard." Garrus idly rubbed the fresh injury to his jaw.
"Well, if you'd stop grinning and waving your plates all over the place, maybe it wouldn't hurt so much." Shepard snarked as she lit the pipe again... and then immediately blew a small wisp of smoke back out. "Ugh. That is beat as hell, you don't want anything to do with it."
"It's not my fault this stuff makes everything seem so damned funny... speaking of which, I think I've had enough for tonight." Garrus's eyes were half-lidded, and even through the translator his voice sounded like it was taking a real effort to get the words out. Some things are apparently the same no matter what species you happen to be.
"Yeah, I think I'm done too. I have to say though, you did pretty good. Most people can't keep up when I'm smoking, but you've matched me bowl for bowl." "Must be that famous turian metabolism working in my favor." Garrus imitated his commander and gave her a few friendly pokes in the ribs with a pointy elbow.
Hours passed like minutes.
...
"Ow. My face hurts, Shepard." Garrus idly rubbed the fresh injury to his jaw.
"Well, if you'd stop grinning and waving your plates all over the place, maybe it wouldn't hurt so much." Shepard snarked as she lit the pipe again... and then immediately blew a small wisp of smoke back out. "Ugh. That is beat as hell, you don't want anything to do with it."
"It's not my fault this stuff makes everything seem so damned funny... speaking of which, I think I've had enough for tonight." Garrus's eyes were half-lidded, and even through the translator his voice sounded like it was taking a real effort to get the words out. Some things are apparently the same no matter what species you happen to be.
"Yeah, I think I'm done too. I have to say though, you did pretty good. Most people can't keep up when I'm smoking, but you've matched me bowl for bowl."
"Must be that famous turian metabolism working in my favor." Garrus imitated his commander and gave her a few friendly pokes in the ribs with a pointy elbow.
"Yeah. Right." Shepard scoffed.
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