Alice Shepard made her usual morning rounds like any other day, to the mess hall, then cargo hold and then the CIC. She was to report to the Citadel at 00:00 to meet up with an old friend, Lt. Kaidan Alekno and she was looking forward to this more than anything.

They hadn't seen each other in two years after defeating Saren, and their last meeting was very intimate. Alice blushed slightly at the thought, she didn't sleep with anyone else in that gap and she began to wonder if Kaidan had. He was a handsome man and his personality was modest but very attractive to her; a sudden jealousy swept through her but she quickly cast it aside, settling on the thought that he had been giving himself pleasure to the thought of the night they shared before ending Sovereign's threat to the galaxy. "Shepard, Citadel wants to know if you need a cab." Joker's voice on the intercom caused her to jump and feel ashamed for thinking such perverted thoughts. "Ah, yeah. Flux, please." She applied some lip gloss and nervously tugged at her dress that she had bought the other day for the occasion. It was fitted very tight, hugging Shepard's curves and from the look she got from the cashier, she knew it looked good. But still, she was a little self-conscious and afraid that she would bend slightly and the short cut would reveal her panties. So she tugged it down as far as it would go, and boarded the cab to the bar.

Shepard entered the bar feeling nervous yet confident as several men and some women watched her strut into the scene. She made her way to get a drink when she saw two familiar faces sitting on one of the sofas, laughing while flinging their arms about spilling alcohol everywhere; formal general, Septimus and her squadmate Garrus. She chuckled to herself watching Garrus tell a story in a very animated manner, she admired Garrus he was a good friend and very reliable ally on the field. It was good to see him relaxed and enjoying himself, to get away from the stresses of life and just be able to let go. "What will you have?" The asari bartender purred. Alice grinned and held up two fingers, "Two shots of the green stuff." She brushed her pixie black hair out of her eyes and threw back both shots as soon as they were slid her way. "SHEPARD!" Septimus' voice boomed from the sofas, she turned slowly and smiled warmly at the drunken general. He waved her over with his long slender talon and she obeyed, laughing as he attempted to get up to greet her. "SHEPARRD!" He yelled again, giving up on standing to his feet and instead scooting over and patting the cushion next to him. Garrus eyed his old Commander with his avian eyes as she took a seat, maybe it was just the alcohol, but she looked good. The thumping music was at a dull rumble where they were sitting but it was still loud enough for Septimus to think he had to yell. "WE WERE JUST TALKING ABOUT YOU, SHEPARD." "Really?" She crossed her legs and accepted the passing Batarian ale that was near her reach. "Yes. About when you and Wrex got in an argument and you ended up headbutting him." Garrus slurred, leaning back and placing a hand on his stomach. He sat up suddenly and put his hand on his Commander's shoulder. "I was just saying," He swallowed hard and tried to push down his thoughts as he realized how soft her skin was. "You're one hell of a woman Shepard!" he blurted out, beginning to lose his bearings. Alice wasn't doing too well herself, she was beginning to feel the strength of the alcohol she had just downed and was beginning to forget why she came here. She smiled and her voice came out a little more huskier than she thought. "Alice. Call me Alice." Septimus suddenly released a snore and a gurgle alerting the both of them. They shared a laugh and then Shepard stood on wobbly legs, now drunk and Kaidan fading from her recent memory. Garrus was suddenly behind her, holding her arms attempting to steady her. She smirked at him, "I was going to go dance, Vakarian, care to join me?" The turian gulped and followed her curvy hips into the heat of the dance floor. They found the corner of the pit and began to move rhythmically together. Suddenly Garrus was very close to her, and they both knew it. Alice felt a blush creep upon her cheeks and a longing pain twinge down below. Garrus was watching her every move, and slowly reached out to place his talons upon her waist. She accepted this without much hesitation, and brought her soft body closer to his hardened exterior. A deep rumble sounded in his throat as she reached up and threw her arms around his tall neck. Awkwardly at first, she began to grind her hips into his, soon they found a rhythm and he gave an impatient buck against her. She had never had the thought of inter-species intercourse or anything of that matter until now. Shepard was desperate, she hadn't had anyone give her affection in years and oh how she longed for it. She liked Garrus and honestly had a slight curiosity about him, and he was here, and he would fill the gap that had been empty for too long. He however, had secretly been intrigued by this human since he first boarded the Normandy. She was strong, beautiful (for a human) and he had strange feelings when he saw Lt. Alenko get close to her while on the mission. He watched them talk to one another in close contact near the main battery of the ship and the turian couldn't help but wonder. What if that was me?" His mandibles flared in surprise as she suddenly leaked a slight moan loud enough for him to pick up and a certain smell filled his nostrils.
Beginning to panic now, What do I do now?! Spirits, I'm so drunk…I wish I had a clear head. To heighten his panic, Shepard raised her head and kissed him, a single peck, which soon evolved into deep kissing. Garrus didn't complain but he still had no idea what to do. His Commander was kissing him! He broke apart from her lips to travel down to her neck, where he nipped and licked her neck passionately. She gasped and clawed at the back of his neck desperately. "Garrus," She breathed, pressing her body as close to him as possible. "I want you." Garrus paused and he straightened slightly, bringing his face close to hers. Even though she was very drunk, he knew this wasn't just the alcohol talking. He slid his hand down the side of her waist to her thigh, grabbing it and hiking it up on his leg. He leaned in whispering back in his sub-harmonic voice, "Is that an order, Commander?"