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Tweak says, "Save the last dance"

Commander Shepard (evertheheroine) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2012-09-07 20:32:00

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jane shepard

Who: Tony Stark, Jane Shepard and OPEN
What: Stark and Shepard get a drink
Where: The Roadhouse
When: Friday evening.
Rating: R, likely for language, innuendo, and over-sized Egos.
Notes:

Shepard had spent a long time on the Normandy, two different versions of it even, and it had really begun to feel like home to her. Sure, the ship changed, sure, she technically died, she it had been one hellish ride that had ended abruptly when she'd been yanked to Colligo, but she missed it. Even if the rumors were true, even if she was going to go back to that moment and be staring down Harbinger, she missed it. She missed that life. She missed her friends and now, seeing that everyone had seemingly lost the ability to make contact with those they knew, all of that was thrown to the forefront of her mind. For the first time in longer than she could remember, Commander Shepard felt lonely.

She'd never admit it of course, and she'd do her best to keep that all wrapped up nearly in a package of badassery and attitude. She'd switched off the P.D.A, and slipped quickly into the shower. It was a standard, pre-op, scrub down, just something to get herself looking and feeling civil, before she slipped into her uniform, made sure she had her I.D. and Dog Tags, and ducked out the door to make her way to the Roadhouse. She thought, maybe, that she might have been a bit over dressed, but it wasn't exactly like she had a whole lot of choices. She'd been a general shut in, save for the occasional small talk with her room mate, and she found herself rather excited to be getting out into the night air.

She knew the way to the Roadhouse, she'd walked by it many times on her random strolls though the city, so making her way there quickly wasn't much of a problem. She'd just strolled right up, as casual and as collected as ever, walked right in the door, and found herself somewhere to sit. She didn't order a drink right away, but rather busied herself with looking around the bar. She was curious to see who was here, what people were drinking, and what actually passed off as entertainment. She knew Stark had mentioned something about some music group on the jukebox, but Shepard hadn't ever heard of them. Still, the place didn't look a whole lot different from Flux, Chora's Den, or Afterlife so making herself feel at ease wasn't too hard - at least she figured she probably didn't have to watch her back in here.

She really found the whole place rather..quaint..which was a word that scrunched her brows together when she thought of it. Shepard was not a quaint kind of woman. She was a take charge, rush into battle, throw biotics, blow things up, and save the day kind of woman. Quiet bars were things she'd missed, she realized, and it made her feel even more homesick for the company of her former crew. She sighed once, pulled the P.D.A. out of her pocket and send Stark a reply.

Now all she had to was wait.

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tonystarks
2012-09-08 02:32 pm UTC (link)

Tony didn't know what the point of this reverse "It's a Wonderful Life" bullshit was supposed to be, but he was not having it. Was this supposed to teach him that he liked having people around? Yeah, he already knew that. He didn't really like to advertise it, but he was aware of the situation. That he'd actually started to bond with the rest of his team? Yeah, he kind of figured. Sure, there was nothing like abruptly losing all of your human connections to make you realize how much you liked having them, but how was this knowledge supposed to help him, exactly? Was Asaph trying to get him to drink more? Because if so, that mission was succeeding beautifully, but he could have gone about that in a lot of different ways that were less depressing. And that required a lot less inward reflection. Fuck inward reflection. If his thoughts had been worth ruminating on, he would have ruminated already. Giving him additional time alone with his thoughts was helping no one.

That said, weird things in this city didn't seem to have a very long life span, but there was really no way to tell when this would be over. And as much as he wanted to spite Asaph for trying to force him to meet new people, if his alternative was to sit around in his tower for the next several weeks drinking and watching all ten seasons of Friends back to back as a substitute for social interaction, he guessed he could just branch out a little and pretend like he didn't if Freeman asked him about it. Fuck you, Morgan Freeman. Your soothing narrative voice is fooling no one.

Finally deciding to follow up on one of the many drink invitations he'd issued over the past several weeks, Tony had slipped into one of his more casual suits - it was just the Roadhouse, but he liked to make an entrance with new people - and headed towards the bar. Pushing open the doors with his patented Tony Stark swagger, he took a look around the place before settling on a vaguely familiar-looking blond.

"Jane Shepard?" He asked, approaching her and extending a hand for her to shake. Force of habit.

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evertheheroine
2012-09-09 12:38 am UTC (link)

Had the majority of his thoughts been spoken aloud, Shepard would have echoed them. It wasn't like she needed an excuse to put a drink to her lips, it wasn't like a Reaper invasion, the loss of crew, plaguing nightmares, and the entire fate of the known sentient universe in her hands was any kind of pressure. None at all. All those things were like walks in the park. Sure. They weren't the kind of thing that led to binge drinking on Serrice Brandy at all. Nah. Who did that? Not Shepard. Not now at least, right now she was drinking scotch - thank you very much Coulson for that introduction.

When she'd heard the voice, she'd looked up at him for a moment, before pushing down off the bar stool, standing up nice and military straight, and shaking his hand in an equally offically, equally force of habit, manner.

"And you must Tony Stark." She replied with a bit of a smile. "Nice tower. Sorry I haven't made it by yet, this place gets a little crazy." She was trying to view it much like she would have dealing with someone else on her ship. He wasn't crew, she had no authority over him, didn't want it, and just letting things roll naturally. She'd forgotten what a pain in the ass parts of her life had been, with everyone always wanting something, and now, to be shaking hands with someone who just wanted to share a few drinks? It was..weird.

Still, Jane was determined to make the most of it. "Have a seat Stark. I'd say the first round's on me, but considering they don't charge out of towners, I guess it doesn't really mean much. Next time, I'll bring something nice by the tower. Still, what'll it be?"

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