[Incomplete] Ashley, Grif
Who: Ashley ( tinminiskirt) and Grif ( orange_is_red)
When: Tonight
Where: The Devil’s Nest
Rating: TBA
Warnings: Drinking and occasional swearing, probably. Also, socially inept Ash might end up being socially inept.
Summary: Ash and Grif have a date at the Devil’s Nest.
Ashley bit the inside of her cheek as she stepped into the relaxing dark of the Devil’s Nest. She’d let her hair down - something she seldom did, even at home - and scrubbed her face to the point of shining. She felt a bit silly spending any more time on her appearance than was necessary, but she wanted to look nice today. That wasn’t a crime. As she made her way to the bar and sat down, she wondered if she should have worn something nicer. Between traveling the galaxy, saving the universe, and taking potshots at Liara T’Soni’s head when Commander Shepard’s back was turned, she hadn’t been on a date in a while. Hopefully, she wouldn’t massacre this one. It wasn’t every day that she met a nice guy and didn’t scare him away.
Freak out and you’ll mess it up, Williams. Those were DI Ellison’s words, drilled into her repeatedly during basic training. They were meant to apply to combat situations, not dates - but Ashley supposed that they applied here as well as anywhere else. Wasn’t there some kind of saying about love being a battlefield in and of itself? (Not that she fancied herself in love with Grif or anything. She prided herself on, unlike many women she’d known, not being dumb enough to think that one date made you soulmates.)
Ashley sighed, absently ran a hand through her hair, and waited.