So how about something crackish? That’s the best stuff to write while tipsy, anyway. Something about how Shep is a terrible dancer and a squadmate of your choosing gives her dance lessons. Bonus if the techno turian is involved. ^_^
“I… I can’t. This was a bad idea.” Shepard shook her head, scattering errant wisps of flame-red hair about her eyes, and turned back toward the table.
“Oh no. No take-backs, Shepard. You said you would.” Kasumi was grinning, eyes impish and for once, unobscured by her customary hood. ”You made it this far, and you are going to dance and have fun if it kills you.” The thief pursed her painted lips thoughtfully. ”Or me. Much more likely to kill me. Oh well - worth it anyway!”
Shepard fidgeted, profoundly uncomfortable in the civilian’s clothes she wore, even though the soft tunic and pants would allow ample freedom of movement, should she need to get away quickly…
But Kasumi, ever shrewd, seemed to intercept this line of reasoning before it could even resolve itself into an attempted escape. ”C’mere,” she ordered, tugging her commander firmly by the arm, but toward the bar, rather than the dance floor. She spoke to the bartender briefly, and quickly collected two tubes of bright liquid that glowed faintly in the club lighting. ”Drink up,” she said with a grin, handing one to Shepard and downing the second herself in one long swallow.
The liquor was bright and just the slightest bit sweet, and… really quite good, actually. Shepard would have to ask what it was, later. For now…
That shit was strong.
While she was still registering the flavor and the realization that she was about to be feeling its effects very shortly (skipping dinner had not been prudent, in hindsight) Kasumi was strong-arming her to the dance floor. Then they were in the crowd of people, and the devil-woman had both of Shepard’s wrists firmly in hand so that she could not leave without making a scene.
“Alright, you’re here! Hard part’s done!” Kasumi trilled over the deep, heavy thrum of the bass.
“But I don’t know what I’m - “
“Doesn’t matter! You can start slow - see that turian over there?”
“But - “
“Come on, Shepard, you look scared.”
Shepard glared daggers at the smaller woman, but that got her moving. The turian was really just… stepping and nodding. She could do that.
Of course, just as she was starting to get comfortable, Kasumi had grabbed her hands again and twirled her into a spin. And then the thief was weaving some complicated pattern with her hands and circling Shepard, and… and Shepard was matching her, sinking to almost a fighter’s crouch, but keeping her arms supple, and…
…how had the damned thief gotten her into this? She’d have to kick her ass later, if she could convince herself this wasn’t quite so much fun.
Oh hi new headcanon!