33 Apocalypse Ave, Sunday Evening
It had been Kaidan's birthday yesterday, and Joker was getting his pick-up later tonight to head back to whatever Alliance base he had been grounded in.
It was probably time to do something vaguely social that didn't involve sitting outside at picnic tables looking awkward (Kaidan's specialty) or snarking and looking vaguely belligerent (Joker's specialty). So Kaidan had decided to settle for something everyone in the house could appreciate.
In other words, he'd thrown a bunch of beers in the fridge, and now he was sitting on the couch drinking one, with another one ready on the table and some terrible movie Ash and Shepard would have loved playing with the sound down on the television.
Yep.
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It was probably time to do something vaguely social that didn't involve sitting outside at picnic tables looking awkward (Kaidan's specialty) or snarking and looking vaguely belligerent (Joker's specialty). So Kaidan had decided to settle for something everyone in the house could appreciate.
In other words, he'd thrown a bunch of beers in the fridge, and now he was sitting on the couch drinking one, with another one ready on the table and some terrible movie Ash and Shepard would have loved playing with the sound down on the television.
Yep.
[[ open to permanent and temporary housemates both, la ]]