[closed] sorry bout it

[squadgoals]

Who: Commander Shepard squadgoals and Zam backsassin
When: April 30th
Where: The bar!
What: Shepard apologizes for being a bitch, Zam tells her not to, they both drink.
Warnings: Alcohol in copious quantities, if we play our cards right.



[True to her word, Shepard shows up the following evening, and slides into a seat near the end of the bar. If they're going to sit and chat, it's better to be at the lower traffic end of things. She shoots a quick text to Zam to confirm her arrival, and waves down the on-duty staff for a drink.

When Zam does arrive, Shep gives a quick wave, a whisky on the rocks already half-empty on a coaster in front of her. She pats the seat next to her congenially.]

Hey. Hope you weren't waiting too long. [She reaches out her hand to shake Zam's] Let's try this again. Nice to meet you, Zam.

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[backsassin]

[Zam arrive shortly after she receives Shepard’s text, quickly singling out her crewmate at a quieter corner of the bar. She glances at Shepard’s already half-empty drink with a slight smile. Looks like Zam’s already behind.]

Not at all. [She shakes the proffered hand. Another difference Shepard might notice? The man who greeted her coming out of the Ingress only had one arm. Zam has two.] A pleasure, Shepard. [She takes the seat next to her and flags the bartender. She gets a nod in return before they start working on her drink. Clearly she’s been here frequently enough that they know her order without having to ask.

She turns back towards Shepard.] How’s the Moira been treating you? The first few weeks can be rough for newcomers. [Especially for someone like Shepard who, as Zam suspects, may have not parted with her own world on the most settled of terms.]