Just a short author's note before I start this.
These are not in any particular order.
Some might relate to others (It will be obvious).
And this is 100% for fun.
I do not own any of the Mass effect Canon Characters, nor do I own the Mass Effect Universe. It belongs to ya know bioware and all that.
"Bray!" The batarian immediately moved to attention at the sound of Aria's call. "Find the dancer from earlier, take her to my room." He knew exactly the dancer she was talking about. The same that seemed to hold her attention longer than the others. Plus, it wasn't the first time she requested the dancer, and it probably wouldn't be the last. With her command in mind, Bray moved down to the main floor of Afterlife's VIP section, ignore the drunk calls of its inebriated inhabitants.
Stopping in front of the table near the corner, Bray's eyes fell onto the asari dancing for a group of humans. "You, come with me." The dancer stopped her seductive moves at Bray's pointed statement and started off the table until a firm hand grabbed her ankle.
"Hey wait a minute! I was watching her. Get your own damn dancer you four-eyed piece of shit!" It wasn't the best insult he's ever heard. He knew his people weren't the most favored in the galaxy so the names were always somewhat amusing. But four eyed piece of shit wasn't anything special. The dancer who was trying to shake her ankle free of the unwanted grip, winced. The human's grip was getting tighter, leaving a mark. Aria wouldn't e happy about that.
"Let her go now." The two other humans at the table only watched with stupid looks on their faces, probably more drunk than they realized. Or at least smart enough to know when to stay out of the way.
"And you're going to make me?" The man sudden tugged hard enough on the dancers ankle that her shin collided with the metal surface. That's when his blood started to boil. Bray honestly couldn't care if shots were taken at him, literally or figuratively. But disrespecting the dancers was a huge no. Bray stepped forward as the tipsy man to shoot up in his seat, though mostly staggering and swaying. In one swift movement, Bray's fist came into contact with the man's face causing his body to flop back into the booth and land on top of his silent companions.
He offered a hand to the fallen dancer, helping her off the table until she stood safely behind him. "Are you alright?" He asked loud enough that only the dancer would hear. When she nodded in conformation , rubbing the injured chin.
Bray signaled two of the nearby guard. "Take care of 'em." The two turians nodded as they started for the humans, jerking them out of the booth and dragging and pushing their drunk bodies out of sight.
The bodyguard led the dancer up through the tunnels of Afterlife until they reached a locked door out of view in the VIP area of the club. Aria's private room, a room no one knew about except for Aria and the ones she chose to grace with her presence for the night. He turned to the dancer scanning her body for any bruises or marks. Her chin was fine, but her ankle seemed swollen.
"Does anything hurt?" The dancer shook her head frantically. Bray knew she was probably lying to deter him from telling Aria about the altercation and the possibility of injury would probably make Aria recant her invitation. He crouched down, turning on his omnitool. He used one of his medi-gel on her ankle. "Should help the swelling, and relieve any left over pain. When you get inside don't touch anything. Aria will be here soon." When he finished, he turned to unlock the door. The dancer scurried into the room, the door quickly shutting behind her and re-locking itself.
Bray sighed as he stood guard at the door. Policing Aria's sexual conquests weren't on the job description, especially when her encounters could last hours. But if she told him too he would do it. No question, no resistance.
An omnitool materialized on his wrist and after pressing a few buttons, his favorite song started to play in his ear piece. The volume was low enough that he could hear his surroundings and any transmissions that might come in. But loud enough that the muffled music from afterlife was Aria would arrive, she wouldn't say anything to him, she never did. He figured her mind would be on the piece of ass that waited on the other side of the door. If this night was going to be like the others he would be standing outside the same door for a few hours, and music helped pass time.