[ dutch likes dancing and she's good at it, too, following easily when he starts them off with the basic steps. she hasn't promised too much when she said she could follow, but it's good to see that he can actually lead, too.
(dutch doesn't usually give up the lead for anyone or anything, but dancing's different.) ]
Yeah. Bit of bubbly, some music, what more could a girl ask for?
[ y'know, other than: for her world not to be destroyed, for humanity to be saved already, for aneela not to exist - dutch can think of a few things. ]
[ hey, don't we all know the feeling. while Garrus is usually the last person to look on the bright side, at least the people survived even if the universe different.
but that was really an empty comfort. ]
You know, this is the first time I've ever actually got to have human alcohol. I guess it's okay.
[ seeing that she's pretty good at this, he decides to give her a bit of a spin, leaving her room to add her own flair to the dance. ]
[ it's an empty comfort, especially when she knows that anyone awake could end up in the pods again at any moment. when they're essentially all bargaining chips in the hands of the orbiters, to be used against each other. dutch isn't a fan of anyone using her, pulling her strings.
but tonight, she's going to take the empty comfort and pretend. this is nice. this is fun. don't they all deserve a little fun sometimes? ]
Okay? Pretty sure they're serving the best they got to offer, here.
[ he gives her a spin and dutch turns, the move close to a pirouette. ]
[ see that's the thing. can you trust the Orbiters? is there something nefarious going on with them behind the scenes? is anyone really as altruistic as all that? Garrus would like to think that they were, but...
he knows better than that. after all, he's never gotten along well with authority figures. ]
You sure this is the best they have to offer? [ a pause. ] Sorry. Since I'm the only turian awake, sometimes I feel that I really have to represent my people. Including lauding the superiority of our liquor choices.
[ but enough of that. his mandibles flick a little from side to side as he pulls her back in, moving into a dip. ]
[ dutch doesn't give two shits whether they do it for altruistic reasons or not - the fact that people go back into stasis, the fact that one of them almost threatened her once to make her comply, that pisses her off. she's good at not thinking about it, but when she does? yeah, still pissed. (it's been six months, almost. dutch knows how to hold a grudge.) ]
It's not the best humanity's got to offer, if that's what you're asking.
[ he dips her and dutch lets him, not tensing up - even going so far as to lift one foot off the ground and point it. risqué, really. ]
That's a relief. Here I was thinking I'd just insulted all of humanity by only being mildly impressed. Do you know a better place on El Nysa for drinks?
[ after all, he really does need to make more friends. go out a little. back home, he never really had any downtime. here?
he barely knows what to do with himself.
at her comment, he can't help but laugh a little, mandibles flicking back and forth. ]
Don't worry. I've been told more than once that my reach is fantastic.
[ and his flexibility isn't all that bad either. finally, he pulls her back up, looking pretty impressed with himself. ]
Not your reach I'm worried about. [ dutch quips back, not sounding or seeming very worried at all. probably because she isn't. even if he did drop her, and she doubts he would, she knows how to land in a way that doesn't hurt.
once she's upright again, she hums in thought. ]
There's a bar in Wyver I like. Stopped a bar fight, started two, now I get discounts. They have good whiskey.
[ but ah - ] The best drink's still hokk, though, and you won't find any of that on this planet. Or if you do, tell me. I've been looking.
[ he really can't help but laugh at that. if he were a human, there might be a cheeky grin on his face. but since he's a turian, there's still a slight glint of something in his eyes, and his mandibles are flared out just a little. ]
You'll have to take me there sometime. I never managed to get any discounts at any bars back home. Most of them didn't take too kindly to C-Sec Officers or vigilantes.
[ really. those two careers weren't made for it. ]
I haven't seen it, unfortunately. Have you thought of asking the Orbiters? I've heard they can almost get you anything...
[ but, if you don't trust them, that adds a layer of complication to it, doesn't it? he takes a moment to twirl her around again, genuinely impressed. ]
[ the expression translates well enough, or at least dutch assumes that it does. of course, she can't be sure that she's interpreting that glint in his eyes correctly, but she doesn't think she's wrong. ]
C-Sec? [ she asks, deliberately ignoring his suggestion to contact the orbiters about it. there's wine and whiskey on this planet. beer, too. that's good enough, even if she misses hokk. (what she misses is the royale, pree behind the counter, johnny and d'avin half a step behind her on either side and alvis somewhere in a corner, plotting a revolution. she misses those days. ]
[ sometimes, it was easy to forget that he was the only person from his universe that seemed to be awake. not always, but sometimes. it wasn't exactly the best feeling in the world, but hey. what can you do? ]
Citadel Security. Basically, we were the police force for the whole Citadel- our capital, essentially. [ a pause. ] Unfortunately, I was never really the best fit there.
[ not because he took bribes or anything, far from it. no, he just never really saw the merit in paperwork or procedure or any of those other fun things. ]
[ it sounds a little like a cross between company man and killjoy - but dutch's figured out that the politics and law enforcement structures of her part of the universe don't really seem to translate to many other places.
whatever earth is like, it definitely doesn't have killjoys, for example. ]
I got into it to help people... and because my dad was also one of their top officers.
[ even though they didn't always see eye-to-eye, his father had always supported him. it just took him years to really recognize that for himself. the problems with being a twenty-something hold true across almost every species. ]
But it turned out, I wasn't exactly all that big on protocol or paperwork. I tried, but it just wasn't for me.
[ dutch says it with some authority, like she knows what she's talking about. which, incidentally, she does: rac agents have to file reports, too, and she's always hated that shit. ]
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(dutch doesn't usually give up the lead for anyone or anything, but dancing's different.) ]
Yeah. Bit of bubbly, some music, what more could a girl ask for?
[ y'know, other than: for her world not to be destroyed, for humanity to be saved already, for aneela not to exist - dutch can think of a few things. ]
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but that was really an empty comfort. ]
You know, this is the first time I've ever actually got to have human alcohol. I guess it's okay.
[ seeing that she's pretty good at this, he decides to give her a bit of a spin, leaving her room to add her own flair to the dance. ]
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but tonight, she's going to take the empty comfort and pretend. this is nice. this is fun. don't they all deserve a little fun sometimes? ]
Okay? Pretty sure they're serving the best they got to offer, here.
[ he gives her a spin and dutch turns, the move close to a pirouette. ]
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he knows better than that. after all, he's never gotten along well with authority figures. ]
You sure this is the best they have to offer? [ a pause. ] Sorry. Since I'm the only turian awake, sometimes I feel that I really have to represent my people. Including lauding the superiority of our liquor choices.
[ but enough of that. his mandibles flick a little from side to side as he pulls her back in, moving into a dip. ]
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It's not the best humanity's got to offer, if that's what you're asking.
[ he dips her and dutch lets him, not tensing up - even going so far as to lift one foot off the ground and point it. risqué, really. ]
Better not drop me, alien boy.
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[ after all, he really does need to make more friends. go out a little. back home, he never really had any downtime. here?
he barely knows what to do with himself.
at her comment, he can't help but laugh a little, mandibles flicking back and forth. ]
Don't worry. I've been told more than once that my reach is fantastic.
[ and his flexibility isn't all that bad either. finally, he pulls her back up, looking pretty impressed with himself. ]
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once she's upright again, she hums in thought. ]
There's a bar in Wyver I like. Stopped a bar fight, started two, now I get discounts. They have good whiskey.
[ but ah - ] The best drink's still hokk, though, and you won't find any of that on this planet. Or if you do, tell me. I've been looking.
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You'll have to take me there sometime. I never managed to get any discounts at any bars back home. Most of them didn't take too kindly to C-Sec Officers or vigilantes.
[ really. those two careers weren't made for it. ]
I haven't seen it, unfortunately. Have you thought of asking the Orbiters? I've heard they can almost get you anything...
[ but, if you don't trust them, that adds a layer of complication to it, doesn't it? he takes a moment to twirl her around again, genuinely impressed. ]
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[ the expression translates well enough, or at least dutch assumes that it does. of course, she can't be sure that she's interpreting that glint in his eyes correctly, but she doesn't think she's wrong. ]
C-Sec? [ she asks, deliberately ignoring his suggestion to contact the orbiters about it. there's wine and whiskey on this planet. beer, too. that's good enough, even if she misses hokk. (what she misses is the royale, pree behind the counter, johnny and d'avin half a step behind her on either side and alvis somewhere in a corner, plotting a revolution. she misses those days. ]
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[ sometimes, it was easy to forget that he was the only person from his universe that seemed to be awake. not always, but sometimes. it wasn't exactly the best feeling in the world, but hey. what can you do? ]
Citadel Security. Basically, we were the police force for the whole Citadel- our capital, essentially. [ a pause. ] Unfortunately, I was never really the best fit there.
[ not because he took bribes or anything, far from it. no, he just never really saw the merit in paperwork or procedure or any of those other fun things. ]
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[ it sounds a little like a cross between company man and killjoy - but dutch's figured out that the politics and law enforcement structures of her part of the universe don't really seem to translate to many other places.
whatever earth is like, it definitely doesn't have killjoys, for example. ]
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[ even though they didn't always see eye-to-eye, his father had always supported him. it just took him years to really recognize that for himself. the problems with being a twenty-something hold true across almost every species. ]
But it turned out, I wasn't exactly all that big on protocol or paperwork. I tried, but it just wasn't for me.
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[ dutch says it with some authority, like she knows what she's talking about. which, incidentally, she does: rac agents have to file reports, too, and she's always hated that shit. ]
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[ despite what his dad says, paperwork can really just... to use a human term, "go to hell". ]
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[ one thing dutch definitely does not lack is confidence, though the words aren't without humour, a quick grin lighting up her face. ]
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[ he, of course, means seeing how well she fights. ]
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[ fancy a spar? ]
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I'd be happy to.
[ after all, he was the top hand-to-hand fighter in his training unit. ]
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[ he looks like he could be a challenge and dutch likes those. ]