Grimacing a little, James tugged at the collar of his shirt. He was glad that Shepard had invited him along and all, but he definitely wasn't one for formal wear. Damn, he was burning up in this suit. He hoped Shepard would hurry it up.
"No one laugh," a voice upstairs said.
"I'm sure you look fine." Liara replied, smiling a little.
A sigh. A pause. Then Shepard appeared from around the corner. Vega clenched his jaw to keep it from dropping open. The dress, black, lovingly hugged every curve on Shepard's body. Her dark wavy hair was piled up in an elaborate hairstyle, one errant curl of hair lay against her neck. Black pumps made her already fantastic legs look out of this world.
Shepard stopped at the top of the stairs, looking down at her friends and comrades. Her lips were puckered, she looked like she was ready for raucous laughter to greet her.
Vega licked his suddenly dry lips. "Commander, you look…"
"…Like a vacuum-formed latex dress is riding up my ass?" she finished for him.
"Gorgeous."
Shepard blinked, obviously taken aback. James ignored Liara, who was smiling a little smugly as she watched the goings-on.
"Well… thank you, James. You look quite dashing yourself."