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"So you're plan was...?"
"There was no plan Miranda." Shepard says pointedly. "I really thought Joker sent me an invite and we were having a quiet dinner."
Miranda laughs, hands Shepard her drink. "Should I be jealous?"
Shepard shakes her head, and chuckles a little. "I'm flattered, but no. Jokers a great pilot but..." She gazes hungrily at her partner, clad in a tight red formfitting dress. "He's not you."
Miranda raises her eyebrows. "Very diplomatic answer. I'll keep that in mind." She takes a large swig of her wine. And grimaces.
Shepard tilts her head and repeats. The wine is very dry, and not to her liking. "Bad?"
"The bartender said it was a popular year."
"I appreciate you trying something new."
Miranda rolls her eyes. "Last time I do that."
Shepard pushes her arm gently. "Oh hush, you."
"So..."
"So?"
"I don't really know what's after this. I had a list, but I ah, was inspired to 'go with the flow' as you put it."
Shepard laughs, deep and hearty. "Yeah, you gotta when people are shooting at you."
Miranda takes another brave sip of her wine.
"You also don't have to do something you don't want to."
"Perhaps."
"So how 'bout we go get the wine you do like, and we go mingle."
"Really, Shepard, mingling?"
"Would you rather go dance?"
"Mingling it is." She laughs and sways off into the crowd, arm hooked around Shepard's.