Garrett Hawke (redhawke) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-06-29 03:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, commander tyra shepard, garrett hawke |
Who: Shepard, Garrett (Varric makes a little remark at the end.)
What: Shepard and Garrett meet in a bar and end up wing-manning for each other.
When: Thursday night
Shepard was out at a bar again. There wasn't much for her to do at the moment, though she fully intended on jumping Liara's bones later, first chance she got. But she had to be patient. And patience required a few beers, even if in moderation. So she walked into the first bar she saw!
Garrett was taking a break from working, now that he was actually back to work. He made his way into the bar, keeping an eye out for anyone who might be interesting. Or interested. Mainly, he wanted to drink somewhere with more people and more furniture than his apartment.
Shepard glanced up as he entered. She liked the way he walked. He carried himself in a way that she could respect, and so she gave him a smile. It wasn't an interested smile, at least not in the sense he might hope for, but it was a smile.
Garrett raised an eyebrow at the woman. She looked like a woman who could take care of herself, that much he was sure. Didn't look like she was in the mood for flirting, though. That was fine. Talking was good, too. "Nice crowd."
"I've seen better, and I've seen worse." She shrugged and shifted on the barstool, "You look like you could use a drink. Have a seat, I'm in a buying mood."
"I rarely say no to a free drink," Garrett said, smirking as he took a seat. "I'm Garrett."
"I'm Shepard. Tyra Shepard. Nice to meet you." She held out her hand.
He gave her a firm handshake. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance. And to drink on your dime."
Shepard laughed and tapped the bar, "What do you want, Garrett?"
"Scotch, on the rocks." He grinned at Shepard.
"Two of those, my good lady." She gave the bartender a flirty grin.
The bartender winked at her and prepared their drinks.
"So. Do you make a habit of buying strangers drinks, or did I just meet you on a good night for me?" Garrett turned slightly and glanced around at the other patrons in the bar.
"A little bit of both. Needing a bit of calming nerves I think." Shepard watched the bartender prepare their drinks, "Great way to make friends."
The bartender passed them their drinks.
Garrett winked at the bartender and took as swig. Decent stuff. "Bars do tend to good for that," he said. And for other things, too, but those weren't on topic now.
"Yep." Massage parlours had some nice happy endings too, but that was neither here nor there. Shepard took a long drink and nudged Garrett, "Woman over there is looking at us."
Garrett raised an eyebrow and glanced over to where Shepard's eyes seemed to be going. Not bad looking. Of course, trying to guess just what the woman's interest in them was was not as easy as noticing she was looking. "Think she's interested?"
"I can be your wingman," She replied, leaning back on the stool and smirking.
Garrett snorted. "And what if she's more into you than me?" It was possible, after all.
She laughed, "I'll have to shoot her down. I have a date of sorts, later."
Garrett raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? Nice. So. I'll go see what she's got her eyes on." He raised his glass to Shepard in toast and then sauntered toward the other woman.
Shepard watched him, grinning softly. The woman turned her eyes up to Garrett in appreciation, and so Shepard got up and approached. She gave the woman an appraising look.
The woman turned her head to Shepard, "Can we help you?"
Shepard smirked, "We, huh? And what makes you think I'm letting you get to know my friend?"
The woman bristled a bit, getting to her feet, "You're obviously not interested." She poked Shepard in the chest, "I already know who you've been checking out and it's not the men."
Maybe this was backfiring. Shepard thought this might be backfiring.
Garrett sipped his scotch and watched. This was rather more entertaining than he'd expected. "I think she just made a pass at you that went right over your head," he murmured to the irrate woman. He might have just made it even more interesting.
The woman looked at Garrett, her mouth handing open slightly as that realization dawned on her, "I'm confused, you're obviously wing-manning but who is wing-manning who right now?!"
Shepard snickered.
"Honestly I don't think even we know anymore." Garrett smirked and sipped his drink. He decided he liked this Shepard fairly well. At least she helped make things less dull.
"I'd say we're both interested in you, hon," Shepard said, raising both eyebrows in question. The woman stared at her, then edged closer to Garrett, like this woman somehow threatened her sexuality in a way she wasn't remotely ready for.
"I'm flattered but I like his ass better." The woman squeezed Garrett's.
Garrett's eyebrows shot up and he casually draped his arm around her shoulder. "Well, that settles it." He smiled at the woman. "Why don't we leave her in the dust so we can get better acquainted?"
"Tell me I have the better tits," Shepard replied.
The woman reached over and squeezed one, then squeezed Garrett's man pecks, "Yes."
Garrett snorted.
Shepard gave him a grin, "It's a victory, I'll take it. Have fun." She tossed him a little salute, and sauntered off.
The woman pulled Garrett down to kiss him in victory.
And Garrett was very pleased with this development.
Laying. Happens!
But not in the bar. Because that would be a bit much.
Don't worry, Varric will embellish later.