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[herewegoto]

[The video feed opens up to Isabela and a krogan already in the middle of a drinking competition, each having their own line of shot glasses in front of them. There’s an asari dancer seated between the two of them, either acting as a bemused audience or as a judge.

The voice that comes over the audio side isn’t from the pirate on screen, however, but from a different woman who’s holding the camera. Some may recognize the voice of one Kasumi Goto.]

Shame we’re too late to find sponsors to hit the competitive circuit. There’s a market for this kind of blatant disregard for personal safety out there somewhere, I can taste it.

[Both are nearly done with their line of drinks when Isabela says something drunkenly cocky and reaches forward to grab at the krogan’s last shot. The asari dancer stands up to grab at Isabela’s wrist because Bela that’s ryncol don’t be stupid, but she misses and the pirate accidentally knocks the glass over and it lands in the krogan’s lap.]

I’m predicting a fan site. Maybe a t-shirt line. Stinks I’m done with the corporate gig. Just too much small print on those deals.

[The dancer now flees the scene as the krogan flips the table over with a loud CRASH in drunken competitive agitation. Bela’s reaching for the daggers at her back as the krogan looks about ready to charge her.

This part of Afterlife is bound to get trashed shortly, and possibly Isabela WOOPS...]

And that’s my cue. Catch us next week, kids.

[And with that the video feed cuts as Kasumi enters stealth mode and leaves Bela to her fate. Kasumi replies will be once she’s out of damage range, and Bela’s when she’s done escaping. Also open for action threads in the bar!]

Comments

[fightforthelost]

Really? I was somehow under the impression that everyone in the universe tosses their problems my way no matter how small they are.

[Because the game revolves around him, okay?]

But you're right about not being drunk enough. I'll buy the next round.

[herewegoto]

Oh, now I'll really have to find something expensive.

[By which she apparently means she'll wait for him to order the next round, whatever he decides on for them.]

And they only toss because you catch them so well. It's called walking away, Shep. You could try it just once to see how it feels.

[fightforthelost]

[Oh, you really want to wait for him to order? Ryncol's next on his list.

And walking away just goes against all he is. Renegade assholes don't talk about their morals and feelings though, so he'll just divert the convo.]

Not everybody likes to watch me walk away. Except maybe you.

[Badumtish.]

[herewegoto]

[You means badumtush...nevermind. And are you trying to poison them both, Shepard. Seriously.]

Oh, you underestimate people's taste. Too bad we're in the wrong reality. I could show you some extranet pages on that subject that'd make an asari dancer blush.

[fightforthelost]

Pretty sure Joker's already tried that before.

[And here he goes, ordering some ryncol.]

[herewegoto]

[Ugh, Shep. Kasumi makes a small face, but...well. She'll try anything the once. And then make Shep clean up after her in the morning.]

So he showed you your fan pages, huh? Sneaky man. Stealing my birthday present.

[fightforthelost]

I'll still try and act surprised.

[Bottoms up! Hope your liver is enhanced.]

[herewegoto]

[Nope, she does not. Unlike a certain pirate behind then, though Kasumi at least had the sense to take a test sip.]

Shepard. The tabloids are right. You do have a death wish.

[fightforthelost]

First time trying ryncol, Kasumi?

[herewegoto]

Unlike certain heroes of the galaxy, I have survival instincts. And inebriation is a far more useful tool when it's faked on a job.

[Seriously. Why. She is ordering something with as much sugar in it as alcohol to make up for this. For both of them.]

[fightforthelost]

Faking it isn't as fun.

[Fine. He'll take a sip of the little girly, fruity drink.]

And speaking of jobs, I don't have to tell you to try and stay out of trouble while we're here, do I?

[herewegoto]

Trust me, Shep, I knew the rules of Omega before the Illusive Man got his eye implants. You won't hear my name mixed with any trouble.

['Hear' being the key word here, but a girl can hope a certain Commander will be nice enough to gloss over that wording trick.]