Who: Shepard and Liara What: An honest to god date. When: Sunday night Where: A place with food and for fancy dressing! And probably a place with a show. Status: Complete! Rating: PG-13 at least Warnings: Shepard may attempt to dance. Hide the children.
Shepard could count on one hand the number of times she'd gone on a date that hadn't involved a bar or a coffee shop, it was that rare of an occurance. As such, her selection of formal wear was abyssmal. At least the formalwear that weren't old dress uniforms. But inside her closet there was a black dress that somehow miraculously fit. She looked at herself in the mirror and then put her hair up. She even curled it a bit, which amused her with it's color.
There wasn't much to do about the scars except use as much coverup as she could - her make-up kit was woefully inadequate but she had enough to give her face some mild color, which is what she generally preferred.
There were only two places to put a gun, and she put one in both - one on a thigh holster and the other in her purse. One could never be too careful and frankly the only time she didn't want a gun on her person was when she was naked.
Next came heels, which she hadn't actually worn in nearly five years. She nearly broke her neck trying to get to the door after calling a cab. As much as she enjoyed Liara's reaction to her driving, she wanted to drink and spend more time looking at Liara than the road. She locked the door behind her and looked up at her house. Hopefully soon it wouldn't feel as big, empty and lonely. Then she got in the cab and gave the cabbie direction to Liara's place.
The woman turned to smile at her passanger, "Don't be worryings! I'll getting you theres in jiffy!"
Shepard barely had time to buckle up before the cab pulled onto the street at breakneck speed.