[Closed] Put more of the stuff in the thing more stuff goes in.

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 Who: Shepard, Garrus
What: Drinking. So much drinking.
When: Late Monday night or early Tuesday morning. Doesn't really matter.
Where: A bar somewhere in Residential Zone 03.
Warnings: Drunkeness.

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[cmdr_renegade]

If there was one thing Shepard needed, it was a drink. Between all that hallucination bullshit, dying, and being half-conscious in a hospital for more time than she was strictly comfortable with, she could put a dent in the station supply. That she was going drinking with Garrus...Garrus who had taken a spray of fire for her, come back, accused her of being a clone (Which was a claim she couldn't exactly refute...and that was disturbing in and of itself.), and had then shot himself in the face...Garrus who had haunted most of her waking hours for the last few days....

Well, she'd just have to drink until it wasn't awkward.

Shepard arrived within the hour. She looked quite like a woman who'd just spent the better part of a week in the hospital and smelled vaguely of medical supplies. She was dressed in her full armor, though, with a gun at her hip. She paused as she stepped through the doorway and offered the bar an approving glance.

"Good find."

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"I do my best," Garrus replied. He cocked his head and peered over his shoulder to examine her. She looked... just like she had the last time he remembered seeing her. When he'd been ranting about clones. He tried to push that memory aside and took a long drink from his tumbler. He'd been waiting for her to arrive before he started.

"They've got a hell of a selection. Help yourself."

He wasn't going to bring up it up if she wasn't.

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Shepard nodded and moved to the other side of the bar. It took her a few moments to track down a bottle of something appropriately strong and a tumbler. She poured her own drink silently and set the bottle aside on the bar. She expected to need more of it.

When she finally took her seat, a solid stool's space away from Garrus, she gave him a short nod before draining half the glass.

"You are actually here, right? Thane was a little shaky on that," Shepard asked evenly and turned her gaze to the wall of bottles across the bar. Thane might have told her, but the sedatives they'd pumped into her hadn't faded much by the time she'd talked to him. She wasn't even entirely certain she'd talked to him, but she didn't say as much.

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Well, that counted as bringing it up. Sort of. He shifted and leaned on the bar. He took a long drink before he finally replied, "Yeah. I'm here. And I'm not going to be telling you to do anything crazy."

He smiled weakly. "You do enough of that on your own without my help."

It was a weak joke, but probably worth it to try and lighten the mood. Maybe. He swirled the remains of his first glass and then downed it. He wanted to get drunk. And try to forget.