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“Look kid. I’ve been around awhile.” Drack said leaning back in his chair. “There’s not much I haven’t done.”
“So don’t play, just drink.” Sara said, rocking her own chair back on its legs. The newly opened Vortex wasn’t all that big and was fairly busy. However, establishing the first viable outpost on Eos had gotten Sara and her team a table in the back corner and many of the patrons were willing to buy their drinks. “It’s just a bit of a get to know you slash bonding type thing. I’m not going to make you. Besides, it’s not like there’s anything in this joint that can get you drunk.”
“Heh, true.”
“Are we gonna talk about it or are we gonna do it?” Liam asked, setting his beer down on the table.
“Oh, we’re doing it.” Vetra placed her own bottle down, a discreet distance from everyone else’s drinks. “Unless Peebee’s going too scared.”
“Name calling won’t get you anywhere, Vetra.” The asari said. “And just for that, Cora’s going first.”
“Wait, what?”
“Now, now. There’s no weaseling out of it.”
“Fine.” Cora huffed.
“Never have I ever...seen a naked elcor.” Liam, Peebee and Sara took a drink.
Liam cited his work in crisis response. Peebee claimed the event was deeply traumatizing. As for Sara, “I’m pretty sure she was intoxicated. Only reason I could think of for walking down the street in broad daylight, asking where the vorcha jugglers went.”
“Really, ya’ think?” Peebee leaned forward. “Because never. Have I ever. Seen a vorcha juggle anything before….why are you all looking at me like...oh. But I didn’t mean...Fine.” She lifted her bottle to her lips.
Then it was the former smuggler’s turn. “Never have I ever...received a pardon.”
Sara took another drink, and Drack took his first.
“Must have been about four, five hundred years ago. Hijacked a batarian military convoy on some jungle on a planet in the ass end of the Terminus systems. Long story short. I ended up being pardoned because of some domestic infighting on Khar’shan I was issued a formal pardon for “services to the people”.”
“Services to the people?” Cora drawled out.
“Like I said. Long story.”
“Okay than. Ryder?”
“Oh, you know. The usual.” Sara kept her eyes on the table. “Arson, murder, and jaywalking.”
“Come o~n.” Peebee whined. “You’ve got to tell us something.”
“I’d rather not talk about it Peebee.”
“But…”
“No, Peebee.”
And so it went.
Never been on set on fire. Cora, Sara and Drack. Cora cited a slaver with a flamethrower. Drack said it was his own damn fault. And Sara said she’d rather not talk about it.
Never blew up a building. Vetra, Drack, Sara. Vetra said it was part of construction work she did when she was younger. Drack said it was one hell of a party. Sara said she’d rather not talk about it.
Never seen a naked asari. Everyone took a drink, then starred Liam down until he sheepishly lifted his bottle to his lips.
It was Peebee turn. She was slumped forward, her never had gone from unusual to ridiculous. She had rapidly reached the point where she drank more often than not and was becoming somewhat tipsy as a result. “Okay. I’ve got one.”
“Never have I ever fought a duel with an asari matriarch to the death.”
Peebee paused for dramatic effect before reaching for her drink. Sara interrupted her with a sigh before draining the last of the beer in her bottle. Everyone stared as she stood up and said one more time, “I don’t want to talk about it.”
And with that she left.