"You said you wanted drinks, yeah?"
Who: Meetra, Jack and Shepard What: Meetra buys a Rapier, and then Shep and Jack have a drinking contest. When: Yesterday Where: Crossbones Pawnshop and then a bar. status: complete rating: PG-13
Meetra was browsing through the pawn shop. She wasn't sure why she'd stopped in, except she didn't have much else to do and she was wondering if they had anything she could get Haruka or herself. Something race or fencing related.
Meanwhile, Shepard was on her way to make Jack close up and take her to a bar.
Jack ran a hand over her head. It was about time to buzz it again, especially with summer heat coming in. She watched the dark haired eomen who'd just come in continue her browsing for a moment. Jack stretched. She still wasn't used to being a member of the Weird Dreams Brigade, but at least dreaming up some shrink chick asking about her sex life wasn't as weird.
Meetra needed to ask some people about her own dream. But 'hey, I pressed a button that killed tens of thousands of people' didn't make her feel all that talkative about it. She picked up a rapier, inspecting it. It had a good weight, and looked old.
Jack watched the woman handle thw sword. She looked like she knew how to handle the thing. Huh.
She really liked the balance. She came over to the counter, "I'd like this, please."
Jack looked at the sword, then named the price.
Meetra grimaced, "I...damn.." She looked at the sword again. She could fit a nib on the end and actually use it. The balance was perfect for her. It could give her an edge, "Okay."
Jack smirked. "Nice doin' business with ya."
She ponied up the cash, wincing as she did do, "Thanks..." She took her purchase and walked out, passing a woman with purple hair and odd scars on her face. Tyra gave her a once over, smirked, and then walked up to the counter, "Close up for the night, I need a drink and I don't want to drink alone."
Jack raised an eyebrow. "I like what you've done to your hair, Shepard. And sounds like a plan to me." Jack started closing up. "Whatcha fuckin' do to your face, though?"
"No idea," She replied, touching one of the scars. "I woke up like this on day."
"...that sucks."
Shepard shrugged a shoulder, "Either I was sleep walking or...I really don't have an explanation. Nothing badassed anyway."
"That fucking sucks, too."
She smirked. Jack always had a way of getting right to the heart of matters, "Had a dream about you."
Jack snorted. "yeah?"
"We were on a planet called Pragia." Shepard wasn't sure if she' brought it before, but she knew she hadn't gone into detail. The dream hadn't been all that detailed until last night.
"...yeah?"
"You said Cerberus built the place to last. You wanted to blow the place sky high." She folded her arms, "They did some bad shit to you there."
That made Jack uneasy. "That the shit I was fighting some chick named Miranda over? Or have you had a dream about that?'
"I've dreamed about Miranda, but nothing with you two fighting." She felt uncomfortable, "You were some kind of test subject. It was a rogue operation."
"She fucking said I was a mistake. Me, not whatever the fuck the people she worked for did to me. Like that part was fucking fine." Jack crossed her arms over her chest.
Tyra frowned. She remembered too much from her dreams about both women to feel comfortable taking a side, but she didn't want to piss off a friend either. Sort of a friend. She should be a friend, "That part isn't isn't fine, no. No one should have to go through that."
Jack wondered for a moment if she was going to get dreams about whatever it was. Then she pushed the thought aside. "You said you wanted drinks, yeah?"
"I need to go out and face people again. And pretend I'm not dreaming about psychos experimenting on kids." She gave Jack a smile.
"Fucking good reason to go drinking, that's for sure," Jack said.
Shepard touched her purple hair a bit, then headed outside to let the woman close up shop. This was still weird to get used to, this hair.
Jack finished up, then headed out to Shepard. Crazy shit dreams.
"Any requests or just 'beer me'?"
"Beer me. Don't really care where, either."
Tyra laughed, and got into her car, "Get in."
Jack grinned and hopped in.
Three near accidents later, Tyra pulled into the parking lot of a bar, "There. That wasn't so bad."
"...you drive like a fucking lunatic. But it's kind of fun when you get used to it."
Jack was the first person to enjoy it. She counted that a victor and led the punkish woman into the bar.
It was exhilerating. Jack stepped into the bar and glanced around.
Shepard led her up to the bar, "Lets start with two whiskeys."
Jack grinned. "Sounds good."
She grinned as the whiskeys were placed before them. Shep took a shot, then turned to Jack, "Any other ..fucked up dreams?"
"Nah. Not yet, anyway." Jack took a swig of whiskey. "Good stuff."
"Lucky you," Shepard muttered, tapping the bar for another shot.
Jack just grinned and knocked back the shot.
Another shot, and Tyra started to relax, "How's business been?"
"Not bad. Had someone buy a sword today."
"That woman that walked out?" She'd noticed, of course. How could she not? She actually felt guilty for noticing. What was Liara doing to her?
Jack nodded.
"I can think of a half-dozen fencing come ons." She grinned.
Jack laughed. "Fucking phallic symbols."
That made Shepard grin even wider, "This woman I met..she's an archeologist. She unearthed a fetish that was probably a fertility symbol."
"Ha! Niiice."
"She gets embarassed easily, so remember, I said nothing." But still, it might be worth the thwapping.
Jack laughed. "Make her blush. More fun."
"I love h-to make her blush," Shepard admitted. "She gets a little flaily. It's the most wonderful thing." She could still smell the woman.
A grin spread across Jack's face. "Fuck, Shepard. You've got it bad."
"..I need another whiskey." Tyra pressed her palm to her forehead with a grin.
Jack got another as well.
She pointed at Jack, "I probably do, but that doesn't mean I won't still kick your ass if you need it."
Jack snorted. "Softy."
"Softy!?" Those were fighting words! "Bet I could drink your tattooed ass under the table."
"You're on!"
At least she wasn't trying to dance, and subjecting the poor bar patrons to that horror. Shepard held up two fingers, "Two more!"
The bartender started slinging drinks, taking a mental count.
After all, she wanted to make sure they didn't kill themselves!
Jack just kept knocking 'em back.
Shepard kept knocking back glasses as well, as the world kept getting progressively more fuzzy and really stupid things got progressively funnier.