Score. Jane smiled wide to herself before popping off her bed, pulling out comfortable and somewhat stylish clothes–you know, if the N7 hoodie and pants were considered stylish–and texted her way out of the door.
[TXT] sounds good
[TXT] heading out the door right now
[TXT] see you there
[TXT] ill txt you the address
She grabs her bike and makes her way over to the bar, surprised by how smooth the wheels were on this thing. She’d have to make sure to get custom wheels and a handle when she saved up. It would be a lot more comfortable later on. The scenery rushes by her as she pedals along and her thoughts are preoccupied with memories of the Normandy. Did Garrus miss home too or was he adjusted in this place? Jane was certain to ask.
The bar was opened and so was the nightclub next door. She parked her bike nearby and went right in, already enjoying the familiar buzz of the bass as bar patrons slipped in and out to head over to the nightclub side. Now all that was left to do was wait for her turian companion.
“Hey, bartender, give me 2 shots of tequila and maybe some whiskey on the rocks.”
Seeing Jane again made his not so human heart flutter. He could never explain his feelings towards Shepard, he would always feel so strongly about her, wanting to protect her, even though she saved his ass more times than he saved hers. That explained his attraction, a woman who could kick his ass and look deadly attractive doing it? He was smitten, but only because that someone was Shepard, the only exception.
Changing out of that massive “turtle like” armour according to Vega wasn’t an option; if they were meeting in a bar, he needed to stand out. Then again, an armour could prove to be a disadvantage if he wanted to impress Shepard and show off on the dancefloor. It was’t going to happen, he told himself to forget that thought, but he knew that leaving the armour behind was finally the right choice. Dressed in his underarmour instead, he headed out and towards the bar slash nightclub.
It sure didn’t match the Purgatory or even Afterlife, but he could live with that. Low lighting, music that was strange to him, yet only one thing, or rather, person, stood up, as always. There she was, out of the N7 armour and ordering the first round of drinks. That was his girl.
“I’m actually disappointed that you started off without me. Unless you wanted a headstart?”, he said as he approached her, leaning against the counter, in an attempt to be as charming as he could, speaking in his ever so low voice.
The shot glasses clinked as they came rolling in her direction. Jane caught them and just in time too it seemed. That all too familiar drawl crept on her ears and the Alliance commander couldn’t help but smile to herself. “Garrus, there you are.” She says matter-of-factly, turning to her side to face him and actually finds herself relaxing even more. Now the party could start. “I was waiting for you actually. First round’s on me. Of course, this stuff probably isn’t nearly as strong as anything you’re used to.”
She’s not easily impressed but there was something about Garrus that always seemed to flatter her and made her feel welcomed. Maybe because they’ve been through everything from the beginning or maybe it was because he was there even through her time playing errand girl for Cerberus. Either way, his companionship was what helped her through some of the toughest times in her life and in return, Jane would offer him loyalty unlike any this turian would ever experience in his lifetime.
“You know, I’m more surprised you didn’t hold me to taking out creepy monsters in sewers. Seems like the kinda thing you and I would be doing to kill time here but...maybe meeting in the bar is exactly what we both need. Take some time to talk. Maybe I could watch you dance too--I figure turians are pretty good on their feet as they are with rifles.” Jane teases, taking her shot glass and raising it slowly. “What should we toast to?”
