There’s two champagne flutes in her hands; both filled with the sparkling liquid, one having a greener tint compared to the other. “Though we’re not in the Sol system,” she begins, approaching him in the battery. “I felt the need to celebrate my homeworld making another round around the sun.” The Commander offers the green-tinted champagne flute towards her companion, a relaxed smile on her lips, before raising her own glass. “Happy New Year, Garrus.”
“Can it wait for a bit? I’m in the middle of some cal--” he pauses and glances over to her, “is that alcohol?” Well then. The work could wait. Turning to her, he takes the fancy flute--a glass far fancier than what he’s used to holding--and his mandibles lift ever so slightly in a smile. “Earth made it through another cycle, huh? Congratulations and Happy New Year.” Tapping his own against hers--fancy people did that--he brought the glass to his mouth plates and took a large gulp.
“Mm!” he feels a slight burn. “Damn! You pulled out the good stuff.” He takes another gulp, shivering afterwards. “Mmmm. So,” he rests back against his console, arms crossing over his chest as he examines her. “New Years for humans is all about resolutions, right? Got any you’re thinking about implementing for the new year?”
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