Shepard's adventures with the Grand Galactic Inquisitor on Illium continue.***
The turian tried a casual shrug. "If you're hurting for things to do, maybe after work we could...catch a vid or something?"
The quarian sitting across from him waved her hand, dismissing the matter. "Oh, that's sweet. But I'm okay. A little dry spell isn't going to kill me."
"We could watch
Fleet and Flotilla." The turian leaned over his drink, studying the glass and the green liquid housed within. "It got awards for its portrayal of, um...turian and quarian relationships."
The quarian must not have processed that. "Anyway," she interrupted, with a bit of sultry flair, "if worst comes to worst..." She waved her hand over her chest, indiciating the area between her legs. "I did have the...nerve stimulation program built into my
suit."
"And I hear that the love scenes are...what?"
"Oh yeah," the quarian said. "Standard equipment for any responsible adult." Her omni-tool appeared, and her fingers lurked over the buttons. "Here, let me fire it up..."
"
This is getting hot."
The quarian gasped, and craned her neck around to notice the tall alien looming over the booth she and the turian were occupying. "Uh, excuse me? Private con-ver-say-tion?"
The alien shone his red light at the quarian's visor. "
IGNORE ME!"
"
Get over here!" Shepard yanked the Grand Galactic Inquisitor over to his side by tugging on his arm. "I'm sorry for causing you any trouble," he said to the quarian.
"Then keep your friend on a leash," the turian said.
Shepard's eyes narrowed. "I'll do that once your friend stops talking about masturbating in public." Without waiting for a response, he turned around and walked off, dragging the Inquisitor with him.
"
Continue talking about masturbation normally!" the Inquisitor shouted.
"Shut UP," Shepard demanded.
Modifié par Titanium Man, 11 juillet 2010 - 01:58 .