Commander (the_commander) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-06-13 05:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, commander tyra shepard, neena thurman (domino) |
"My Gun's better"
Who: Shepard and Domino
What: Shep annoys Domino. This will probably bite her in the ass.
When: right after the biker incident
Where: another bar
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13 for language
Eventually, Shepard parked in front of another bar. This one wouldn't have biker gangs of any sort. She got out of the car and headed inside.
Dom was still trying to figure out why there hadn't been a warning to put seats and tray tables in the upright and locked position, because being in a car with Shepard was like being in a mudskipper plane flying through turbulence.
They got there in one piece and had managed to avoid hitting anything living or dead, so that was a good trip in Shepard's book! She ordered a pitcher of beer and picked out a corner booth.
This was not at all how she'd expected this night to go, but Dom was going to wing it. After recovering from her trauma over the driving, she followed Shepard into the bar, checked it out quickly, and took a seat in that corner booth in a way that made it possible for her to see everything.
"Biker clowns. What's next, a flock of angry midgets?"
"According to the Net that happened once. Van full of midgets, high speed chase and everything. I missed out on the fun." Shepard poured herself a glass. She knew she should go easy on it.
Dom helped herself to a glass as well, and toasted Shepard with it before taking a long sip. Her face felt like it'd been run over by a car, but since blood wasn't getting anywhere or running into her eyes, she figured she was okay, "Damn. That would have been fun to be involved in. Everyone's hiding the action from me."
"I know." Shepard chuckled. She took a long sip from her glass and then pointed a gun at Neena under the table, "So who are you really and why were you following me? And make it good, I've got a hangover to get started on."
"My gun's better," Neena smirked and opened her jacket enough to let Shepard know she, too, was armed. The pistol in the holster looked to be tactical length, which might serve as a bit of a hint as to who she was. She casually sipped her beer for a bit, not in the least bit rattled by Shepard, her questions, or her gun.
"If you keep pointing that at me, Ma'am, you are really not going to get laid."
Shepard eyed the gun, then put hers away, "My gun is custom. So what's the interest in me then? I'm staying firmly out of the way of the Cerberus case." She ignored the getting laid joke. The fight had sobered her up a bit and the gnawing guilt at hitting on another woman was more than enough of a turn off.
That was sad, Neena was all ready to be experimental and try out her first lesbian experience. She might even shed a tear over it.
"So is mine. I built it. You got picked up the other night. The agency is worried." Dom shrugged her shoulders as if to say 'you know how big a set of dumbasses those suits over at the agency can be', and took another long sip off her beer, "I need to work on my tailing if you noticed me. Fuck."
"Well it was that or you wanted tail, but you don't strike me as the kind of woman who digs other women," Shepard replied, smiling knowingly. "You were giving out all the wrong signals."
"Hey, I was actually interested in trying it out if we got that far. You can't blame a girl for being curious."
Tyra grimmaced, "If I didn't really adore this woman, I'd give you a proper learning experience. But you're interested, I know some women."
"This sucks, I'm not used to being BAD at anything." Dom wrinkled her nose at the entire idea of her being this bad at what she was trying to do. She thought she'd been so subtle in the beginning, too. She'd barely glanced in Shepard's direction once while at the bar.
"Eh. They'd have to come with pretty high reccomendations to beat you, I think."
Shepard grinned, and reached across and patted her hand, "You know, I wasn't sure until you confirmed it for me. You're really good, but my best friend is the best."
Really Good wasn't really going to cut it, but Dom smiled anyway, and finished off her glass.
There wasn't any point in drawing this meeting out if it wasn't going to end in any kind of beneficial way, mutually or regularly, but she poured herself another glass anyway.
"You can tell your handlers I'm fine. This is just a little funk and my participation in these events is going to be limited." Which was a bald faced lie, of course. Shepard had every intention of seeing the Illusive Man dead and she was going to do it whether she had backing, or not.
"Is that what I'm going to tell them that, or is that what you're really going to do?"
There was a tone to Dom's voice that implied that she knew better than to just believe that straight out. She didn't actually personally know Shepard very well, but the Illusive Man's dossiers were very thorough. If she was Shepard, she'd be out for personal revenge at this stage of the game. Hell, if she was HERSELF she'd be out for personal revenge.
"Lets assume the former and I'll cover the drink," Shepard replied casually. Like this was a normal every day conversation and didn't involve black ops and spyworks.
"Fair enough." Dome lifted her glass and toasted Shepard with it again.
"That will probably only keep them off of your ass for so long, but I'll leave you alone until they get uppity about following orders and crap."
"Sounds good to me." Shepard got to her feet, "Want a ride anywhere?"
"I'll call a cab, thanks."
Another one fell victim to the Shepard Manuever. She nodded her head and then headed out of the bar!